I had a dream this afternoon. Yes, for those of you who don't know, I work with Bad Kitty on weekends, so sometimes I get home late on Sunday ... like 8 or 9 in the morning, and crash, and I've been known to sleep fairly late. Today, I slept until 5:30 PM ... yay. I should be well-rested for tonight. Not that I'm doing anything tonight. I had a dream involving a certain someone flying in from California to visit me for ... an unknown reason. I'm not really sure why, to be honest. But apparently, we had been planning it for a while, and I was unbelievably NOT nervous at this. I went to pick him up at the airport - I'm not sure which one - and when he came off the terminal, he was talking to my friend Christine - who had been on the same flight, it seems. She was talking about me - in a good way. I couldn't tell if we had met before or not, but she seemed to be giving him the Cliffnotes version of all that is "Spiff." So I took him home with me, and we got along remarkably well. It was as if we had known each other for some time, even though there was a slight tension there - the kind you get from meeting someone for the first time, despite how comfortable you feel with them. I made him rice balls. He wanted rice balls, so I was happy to oblige. That's really all that I remember, other than the fact that it was overcast or raining - and he liked that. There have been instances where I have shared dreams with others. I wonder if that was the case here. Given, it was the afternoon, there is a possibility that he was sleeping, however slim. Dreams are fascinating that way. In any case, I didn't really want to wake up, but my inner clock was telling me that I had been sleeping for ten hours. So I just sort of waved at him and woke up. I wonder ... It's official, by the way, I AM going to California, to L.A., to visit Mal for a weekend. My plane arrives at Ontario International at 7:53 PM, Thursday, July 7th (connecting from Dallas). I leave at 12:38 PM, Sunday, July 10th ... Somehow, it just feels like not long enough to be with her. We haven't seen each other for over 2 years, but we've talked. We were such great friends - banana splits, kite-flying and all. But her moving away to California made me so very sad, and life just wasn't the same, but I was happy for her - as she had finally gone to the place she felt she was born for. Los Angeles. Oh my. I'm so excited, I can hardly contain myself. We're going to do the usual tourist things - Hollywood sign, walk of fame, stalking celebrities ... well, no, not the stalking thing. But what I'm really looking forward to is late-night binges at the 7-11, you know, to satiate the cravings I get for Cherry Chillee Willees ... Slurpees ... Icees ... Slushies ... Brain Freezies, whatever they're called. And bonfires on the beach! We'll be dancing on the shores of the Pacific, lit by moonlight and flames, and playing our guitars like tomorrow never comes! And suddenly July 7th just can't get here fast enough.