"To sleep, perchance to dream..."
I rarely remember my dreams, but last night was an exception. I'm an Eric Clapton fan, and I've been fortunate enough to see him in concert several times, but last night I dreamed I was personally acquainted with him. In the dream, I was royally irritated at myself for not ever having a photo made of the two of us together, because nobody believed I knew him except Geddy and the children, who'd met him several times as well.
I remember thinking it was weirder that I had a white convertible than that I knew Eric Clapton. My dream car would definitely be red.
