Oh, and I'm up. I slept until nine and was having one of the all-time weirdest dreams ever - I was with John Kirby in his car, and we were going somewhere for lunch. I haven't seen John in years and have not had him on my mind so why he was in this dream I have no idea. We picked up a few ladies at Hollywood Blvd. near Laurel Canyon. They had to come down a lot of steps. I made a comment about it. John pointed out where a couple of semi-celebs lived while the ladies were coming down the stairs. I also asked about John's father, actor Bruce Kirby and John said he was still alive and was able to count backwards to 0 although he occasionally went past 0. Dreams are weird, aren't they? Then suddenly instead of being in a restaurant, we were in that upstairs place, which I think was an office where the gals worked. We chatted and then suddenly I noticed they all had sandwiches. I saw the food on the table, so I got a piece of rye bread (one slice - and this I know is because I had rye bread with my soup late last night) and left it on the food table, while, for some reason, I went into another room where they had books. I ended up looking at some interesting theater book that had come from a public library. Then I came out of the room to make my sandwich. The food was gone, the ladies were gone, and John was gone - there were two other ladies sitting there. And then I woke up.
