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.

bingo

I am up early.

I awoke to the smell of smoke.

I sniffed and sniffed.

I started to wake Stuart,

but he has no sense of smell left.

I hurried towards the stairs.

I saw a flash of light 

and wondered if it was lightning.

I walked all through the house.

Nothing.

Nada.

I looked outside.

No burning bush.

No rogue camp fires.

Hmm. 
Was the flash of light actually
the pole light being reflected in the mirror? 
 I decided to look on the web 
for an explanation.
I went to bing.com

wondering ...

Am I having a stroke?
 At this point I didn't smell smoke.

Actually I  hadn't smelled it since I left my bed. 

Bing.com said 

1. Phantomasia...phenomenon of smelling odors that 

aren't present. Check.
It could be you have a sinus infection.

No, I don't have that.

2. Olfactory hallucination...smell perceived but not there.

Well, yeah.

3. Paranormal... really?  smoking ghosts?

After consideration,

I have come to some conclusions of my own.

1. Don't bing.com anything medical.

There is a lot of stuff that pops up and 

crazy theories come out of the woodwork.

2. Don't try to blog without a camera.

You start being desperate for topics.

3. I tend to dream I am a celebrity or am friendly with them.
All in the day of a rockstar, ya know.
This is more likely the reason I smelled smoke.
I was hanging with him.

I do love me some Bing.
For your listening pleasure...
Dream a little dream of me.

1. Stuart's morning phone call to just say hi.

14. Sisters

25. gifts from UPS trucks.

33. a message that speaks to me.

Dream a little dream

The sugar bust is still on 

and I am sleeping so good.

Most nights I slumber all through the night 

with just a bathroom visit.

It gives me so much more time for dreaming.

No longer 

Now I am on to more important things.

I am producing and starring

in a beach musical with

Can't you just imagine him on the sand

crooning with me?

Never mind the fact that I can't sing

or that he is deceased.

Dream On

I am a little troubled.

I don't usually remember dreams

but last night's is haunting me a bit. 

This face in particular.

Steven Tyler wanted to marry me.

I tried to tell him

I am a happily married woman

to no avail.

He was hot for me.

Hotter than a $2.00 pistol.

What in the world?

I loved him on Idol but

I have never been attracted to the man.

I believe I have even said on this very blog

"Steven Tyler looks like an old woman".

An old woman with a soul patch but

an old woman none the less.

I am not a huge Aerosmith fan either.

The crazy thing is I woke

and then went back to sleep and 

there he was again,

still in hot pursuit of me.

Does anyone de-code dreams?

 Maybe I want his hair, his hair feathers,

or maybe his music royalties.

Most likely I want his skinny arms.

Now I have Dream On stuck in my head.

I may never sleep again.

Here's Dream On 

so you can have it stuck in your head too.