Thursday, July 17, 2003

I don't usually remember dreams, and I wish I didn't remember the one from last night.

For some reason, I was advising Martha Stewart, and she was holding a big rally in support of herself. Without remembering the specifics, I'm sure it was tastefully done. Anyway, after an unsettling conversation in the men's room -- while I used the urinal, at that -- we walked out into the rally, only to discover that Al Sharpton had taken it over and was turning it into a campaign rally.

So what do you think? Does this dream symbolize something? Or should I avoid three-day old pasta salad in the future?

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