All I have to do is dream.

California dreamin'...
To dream the impossible dream...
Sweet dreams are made of this...

You may say I'm a dreamer...

I have decided to write only in lyrics.

Ha, not really.

I am a dreamer though.
So much so,
I have a whole category labeled for them.
And I am a star.
Rock star, movie star or both

in my own little mind.

Last week I dreamed I was

in a movie production 

and was in an argument

with one of the stars.

I ended up yelling at 

Tony Curtis,

"You are a bloated, old has-been!"

Nice.

Really pleasant personality here.

What the hello mother, hello father?
I cannot sing or act.

And he is deceased.
Am I the only one who dreams
that they are a celebrity?
Do I need some intervention?

Lunesta? 
Rum and Coke?

I guess at the very least, different television viewing habits
are in order...

Like maybe something a little more current?

For now, I am off to bed.

Ralph Waite and Michael Landon await.