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I just woke up from a nap.  Just one hour, but it was enough to make a round trip to fantasyland.

I dreamed that I was in a luxurious hotel room, in bed with a Madonna :  I wanted to make love to her but she wasn’t responsive at all — like someone who’s done it so many times before that she became cold and insensitive.  Her hair was dark and thick and her nipples were dead and senseless.

Then, I saw my best friend sitting at the end of the bed, heavily pregnant.  She made me touch her round belly so I could feel her baby.  I learned that it was her 3rd or 4th child.  That made me feel extremely sad — I cried as I realized that my best friend’s life, as well as mine, are flying away, and because of this damn ocean between us, our lives were disconnected.

I ended up snuggling with Madonna in bed.  She was scratching my back as I was trying to update my facebook status on my iPhone to share with the world the craziness of the situation.

Then I woke up.

(cc) Xurble