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."
4 comments:
How uncanny a resemblance! Let's call Ellen and see if she dreamed being you!
I dreamt I didn't know who Ellen Barkin is, then woke up and it turned out to be true. So it's just as well, from my point of view, that when you woke up it turned out to be you.
This comes so close to rhyming it could almost be a poem. But I'm not sure the message to humanity is quite there...
An interesting combination, I would think, Al Pacino and George Clooney.
Hey, where have you gone? It's December and it's been two months since you last posted...
I think Ellen Barkin would be chuffed to wake up one morning and finally have a talent.
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