DREAM SEVEN

I was feeling randier than a sack of Collared Lemmings yesterday. I hope said randiness had nothing to do with the dream I had Monday night, or was it Tuesday morning? In any case, I dreamt I was having covert sex with…Michael J. Fox. Gahhh! I know! We were in a hospital doing it next to a gurney behind one of those icky plastic curtains that attach to the ceiling in the middle of the room. I could hear patients moving about in blue and white hospital smocks just beyond the curtain. And then he suddenly morphed into Matthew Broderick, which is only slightly, really ever so slightly better.