Sunday, September 9, 2007
Last night I dreamed I was Ellen Barkin. Only I didn't know it until someone started calling me by her name. "Ms. Barkin. Ms. Barkin. You forgot this." I turned and in that instant knew I was no longer me, but someone exciting and worldly. Someone who knew Al Pacino and George Clooney.
Later, I thought, "I wonder if Ellen Barkin dreamed she was me last night." I can imagine her reaction this morning, waking up to a bright Malibu day clouded by last night's journey into my life. "How terrificly mundane," she would mutter, amazed. "How breathtakingly ordinary."