Me and my friend, Joaquin.
I had a dream about a celebrity taking refuge at my house again. I think the first one I had was about Lindsay Lohan, maybe, but I'm not sure. It's so common - I hear something about a troubled celebrity, and I dream of inviting them to my house to hide out and learn about living a life of practicality and frugality. This one was especially good - I had Joaquin Phoenix (and his bodyguard) at my house, and he was deeply troubled. I had to lay down the rules - no drugs, women or cigarettes, no drinking, TV, cell phones and no show business junk - just pure, unadulterated home life. After a brief rebellion, he slowly started to feel more real as he helped with the laundry, picked up my little guy from daycare, accompanied us on long walks, visited with my parents, and Kaimi's mom, Joyce (she's the greatest lady ever), paid for groceries and ate lots of my buttery, buttery, delicious home cookin'. After my little guy would go to bed, we would just read, hang out, play music, and talk about life - without getting too deep. The beautiful scenes of natural Bellingham, the normalcy, and regular rhythms of my life (super-imposed onto his), ended up being a salve to his troubled soul. When it was time for him to go, I was sad, and so was he. I refused his money. Instead, I asked him to start a college fund for boo-boo, and to pay to fix the roof of the Church. I told him he was welcome to stop by anytime, and he had an open invitation from my family to come over for Christmas.
Here's the thing about these dreams - they aren't sexual or romantic at all. As a matter of fact, Mr. McKay and Joaquin got along really well while he was sleeping on my couch. I just ask these people if they want to stay with me awhile, and they do. And they leave feeling better.
I am so bizarre. But, I do wish I could actually help these poor, troubled, out-of-touch people. And I could definitely use the help around the house!