premonitions
So last month I was having breakfast with Robert Downey Jr. in his comparatively modest kitchen. Strange, because I don't know him, stranger, because I've really only seen him in two films (Chaplin, and A Scanner Darkly). We were sharing dirty jokes over a pot of oatmeal and strawberries, under the dim light of a tulip-shaped lamp.
I'm only just beginning to remember this dream, because I recently encountered aspects of the same kitchen:
The former resident of one of the houses kinda looked like Mr. Downey Jr., too:
This is the weird stuff I'm talking about. I'd never heard those jokes before, and I don't think I just made them up.
Time to walk the doggie.
I'm only just beginning to remember this dream, because I recently encountered aspects of the same kitchen:
The former resident of one of the houses kinda looked like Mr. Downey Jr., too:
This is the weird stuff I'm talking about. I'd never heard those jokes before, and I don't think I just made them up.
Time to walk the doggie.