So I dreamed I was living in a great big castle, whoo-hoo!  ha ha.  Complete with handome English chaps galloping on horseback in the mist-covered fields outside.  And ONE of y’all (I will decline to say who) lived in the castle across the street (LOL). We were totally about to get it on at one point but I found him to be Too Young For Me so we just stayed friends.  tee hee.  (It’s times like these that it’s so great that I don’t have a boyfriend ‘cuz I’d never recount this stuff if I did!!)

Also, I was strolling around downtown in some city, and went into a bar/restaurant just to see what it was all about. I was informed that the eatery was formerly owned by an old gangster — not Al Capone but somebody else with the initials RR?  The matchbooks had RR printed on ‘em.  The door to the place was just a hole built into the ceiling and I had to make friends with a sassy waitress before she’d let me know how to get out. (You had to climb onto a counter and stand on a certain table, reach up, and pull yourself out.) I walked off and then had to go through yet another restaurant, I think that one was Earl Abel’s in San Antonio. But there was a mariachi band in the foyer, which would never happen at the real place.