Idol
Last night I dreamed that Billy Idol was a very charming, slightly older, African American gentleman who had come to my (church? high school? workplace?) to give some sort of (presentation? concert?). In waking life, I own his Greatest Hits, but in the dream I was convinced that it was Rebel Yell.
It was one of my less bizarre and disturbing dreams in recent memory.
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So that's it?
Yep. It looks like that was it for the dream, and for NaBloPoMo!
did i ever tell you about the time that little richard came to my mom's church (he's apparently an adventist minister?!). they tried in vain to get him to do a special music (probably afraid he'd give the old folks heart attacks), but he did kiss my mom on the cheek. how's that for a celebrity tale? :)
wow, has it really been a month since i last did anything blog-related (*ahem*, reading, that is)? i congratulate you on your nablopomo attempt.
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Lauren, that story is awesome! It really is too bad they couldn't convince him to do special music.
And Strovska, thanks! The attempt fell rather flatter this year than it has in the past, sadly. But maybe I'll keep up a little momentum...
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