Music....
I had a dream last night I was interviewing Madonna for Rolling Stone. I thought I had forgotten my notebook, but then I found it - the one I was using was a notebook I filled up in real life five years ago. This was a piece of unsolicited freelance work; I'm not sure why Madonna agreed to the interview. During part of the interview we were in a staircase that I think was familiar only from another dream. During another part I was holding her newborn baby.
There was more to the dream, like I was riding my bike in New Egypt and helping the family who lived in my old house find some things they lost during their party the night before. We found their tea diffuser in a tree branch in the front yard and the dad (who was young and hot) kissed me on the cheek and it made me blush. We never found my tea diffuser though.
There was even more, but I don't really remember.
There was more to the dream, like I was riding my bike in New Egypt and helping the family who lived in my old house find some things they lost during their party the night before. We found their tea diffuser in a tree branch in the front yard and the dad (who was young and hot) kissed me on the cheek and it made me blush. We never found my tea diffuser though.
There was even more, but I don't really remember.