I have weird dreams

A friend, who I dreamt about as a giant float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, told me I should write down my dreams. The one I just had, sort of bears discussion. When I awoke it was so real, and colorful, it was burned into my conciousness as if done with a branding iron. I only hope over the course of this day, I can rid myself of the vivid mental imagery.

In this dream, I was hired to write, direct and produce a risque musical stage version of "The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood." This was for a small gay theater in Los Angeles, but as luck would have it, the wild popularity of this totally drag production brought in someone with a vision, and I was contracted to direct this on the big screen, replete with drag queens, but with a big time Hollywood cast.

Now the cast, was the truly disturbing part of this dream. Donald Sutherland headed the cast. Clint Eastwood, John Leguizamo... well ok, he looked great in drag.

Makes me afraid to go back to sleep.