July 27th, 2009
And yet another dream…
I had been at my grandparents’ house. We were having dinner and for some reason I was cooking. Hugh Grant was a dinner guest. Afterwards, Mr. Grant approached me. He was terribly charming, maybe too charming. He then explained to me that this was the point where I was suppose to ask if I could accompany him back to his limo. Despite his controversial involvment with prostitutes, I went with him very willingly. And then I woke up. Fortunately.
