Cute dreams

My brain really gives me the greatest dreams. I had the privilege or an almost private small David Bowie concert, where I was some sort of help with the organizers of a large symposium (might have been on a very large ship or something)… And man, can he sing, even if I was just there for the rehearsal. In the end his wife Iman joined him on stage, but also his first crazy wife Angie was there… I am proud my brain keeps so many details about these people, their actualization was entirely accurate. Not to mention mine – for all my bragging about social confidence, in dreams like these, faced with a man like that – if half my weight, old and polite – I felt and stood there like a dumb little rabbit’s poop