I had a dream during a midday nap in which I was hanging out with Bette Midler. She was joking about something about the way my hair looked, but I didn't quite get what she was saying. Even when I'm dreaming, I'm hard of hearing.
Then there was some elevator music coming from somewhere, and it was some Vic Damone-sounding guy. We started singing along with him:
Somewhere, over Durango, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over Durango,
Why then oh why can't I?
And I don't know why we sang 'Durango' instead of 'the rainbow,' except we thought it was funny.
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