I dreamed I was in a meeting and a hamburger like growth was growing on my chest. I was worried but I was easily able to pick it off. Fist the bun, the meat, then the bun.
I dreamed Liza was performing a new Latin act at some nightclub around the corner, but didn't go on by the time the club closed in the morning. And Christina was singing background.
I dreamed that David Geffen told me to come to LA for a meeting. I did. We had lunch. Then I went to Shirley MacClaine's house who actually was Michelle Lee. And then went back to NYC.
Weired and screwed up. Sad.
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