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dear katie
last night i had a dream that i was strolling down broadway in stoneham massachusetts. as i passed a certain house (a house who's residents i never knew) i heard sweet music. it was an acoustic guitar and a young lady's voice and i knew it could be none other than scarlet johanson. for some reason the house's gate had a pad lock with a key in it, despite the fact that the chain link fence said gate was attached to did not surround the front yard completely and could not even keep stray dogs out. i fumbled with the lock, unlocking it, feeling totally inappropriate, dropping the lock, freaking out, retrieving the lock and securing it once more. this goes on for a while in my dream and then i return home.
now i've decided, i will meet scarlet johanson. i will ask her for an autograph (a totally normal fan-celebrity interaction) and i walk back to her house. she answers the door and continues to be is amazingly sweet and graceful the entire time i'm with her. she does however talk about herself an awful lot. her autographs are pre-printed poems that she ostensibly wrote and signs on a blank line next to "by,". she speaks of her latest gig hosting the mtv music awards, and about her blossoming musical career, having just worked on blondie's new comeback album. she decides that this audience has concluded, ushering me out the front door but much to my absolute glee she invites me back once more, provided i bring the drinks.
i rush back down broadway, thrilled by the whole event until i realize that i should have been home for dinner which is already in progress on my back deck. i know i should have been there for some reason the dinner was in my honor, i can tell because there is potato salad and that must have been made for me. later i have to confront my father about why i was late and he was very upset with me.
what a weird dream.
last night i had a dream that i was strolling down broadway in stoneham massachusetts. as i passed a certain house (a house who's residents i never knew) i heard sweet music. it was an acoustic guitar and a young lady's voice and i knew it could be none other than scarlet johanson. for some reason the house's gate had a pad lock with a key in it, despite the fact that the chain link fence said gate was attached to did not surround the front yard completely and could not even keep stray dogs out. i fumbled with the lock, unlocking it, feeling totally inappropriate, dropping the lock, freaking out, retrieving the lock and securing it once more. this goes on for a while in my dream and then i return home.
now i've decided, i will meet scarlet johanson. i will ask her for an autograph (a totally normal fan-celebrity interaction) and i walk back to her house. she answers the door and continues to be is amazingly sweet and graceful the entire time i'm with her. she does however talk about herself an awful lot. her autographs are pre-printed poems that she ostensibly wrote and signs on a blank line next to "by,". she speaks of her latest gig hosting the mtv music awards, and about her blossoming musical career, having just worked on blondie's new comeback album. she decides that this audience has concluded, ushering me out the front door but much to my absolute glee she invites me back once more, provided i bring the drinks.
i rush back down broadway, thrilled by the whole event until i realize that i should have been home for dinner which is already in progress on my back deck. i know i should have been there for some reason the dinner was in my honor, i can tell because there is potato salad and that must have been made for me. later i have to confront my father about why i was late and he was very upset with me.
what a weird dream.