Talk about strange dreams!
Last night, I dreamed I was walking over the mountains south of the town where my parents were raised--with Cher!
She looked pretty good! She was wearing a black pantsuit and a white blouse, and her hair was done like it was for when she went to the opera in
Moonstruck. We came across this trail, and it led to a sort of work camp where teenagers were being held against their will.
And that's when I woke up--probably because I was afraid I was going to be held in the work camp.
I really do watch too many actioners and police procedurals. ...
