Sweet Dreams

I usually don't have any or better I don't often remember them which is good. Truthfully my dreams usually are the most unusual, stupid, idiotic stuff that a) I don't remember when I wake up b) would not know what to do with them c) when I do remember, I just get angry at the idiotic stuff I do dream about. So last night, miracle, I dreamed I not only met Mr. Right, but Mr. Perfect. Unfortunatly, I got a headache - in the dream - and I woke up. I also tied up New Jerusalem with her leash in a little packet - in the dream. Just shows you the dreams still have a long way to go to be perfect even with meeting Mr. Perfect. Oh yeah - Mr. Perfect wore a white military uniform. I think I lived in this neighborhood for too long! I also was about 30 years younger. Hey - Mr. Perfect can stay lost but where was the Fountain of Youth? I would like to find that again. Not to take the age away - just the wrinkles.