Friday April 9, 2004 -
Dreamscape:
Last night I had a short, but clear dream, near waking in the morning. I was at church, and Madonna (the pop one,) was also a member of our church. I was pleased that she invited me to her house, that night.
I remember talking with her, as if meeting for the first time. We were in her house. It was an enormous house with many unusual rooms. More like a modern-day castle. I remember looking carefully at the layout, so I would remember how to tell everyone about it.
There were many people staying there. There was one guy I was sitting next to, and had a conversation with. (Marine is reading his email aloud, at volume 10, and I cannot think of his name, right now.) But, this guy was in her band. He played guitar. He had long black hair, and was 30-something.
Madonna's mother was there. She was helping us with some craft-y type project. Okay - marine is shouting about "F@#$ing Muslim's" now, so I will stop, here. I cannot think with this racket going on.