I am officially..I know...don't say it. Just think it. (shh, blogger) Ahem. It was in my dream.

I was with Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Casey Affleck and Perez Hilton. Perez's friend was a 'blogger' (ew) his was called 'blogsweat' and I thought, in the dream, see! he has such a great name, totally simple! The dream was a battle between health shakes and Mcdonalds, snow flakes and pirahnas, black magic on the stoops of a statue where my family was doing a prism light ceremony, a statue I was trying to get a picture of because he was my great teacher from another realm...regal, with a cape and a beard..copper and red like the cliffs of Prince Edward Island..Oh and Meghan was there, covered in 'snow', I kept trying to wipe of the 'snow'. There were towers in the ocean, and people were arriving on the shore, dowtrodden children, native people, old black men, it was a gathering of sorts, and was it the tower of babel? I don't even know what that looks like but it's quite possible that's what it was. There were people in apartments in the tower, their balconies lined with tin foil. I was asked at one point to choose between James Brown and The Meters, and was soo stumped that I would be forced to choose - must I choose? They are both so neccesary for different reasons! Oh, and guys from babylon that I was trying to explain had their hearts closed from trying to be 'cool'. There eyes were blank.