Dec 24, 2000
Last night I had a dream I was super-rich. I was showing some friends of mine around my giant mansion complex. I opened a huge door to hundreds of people running around in this giant room cleaning towels and slacks and said, "Check it out... this is my personal laundry corporation." Then we went down a vast, echoing hallway, past the tennis courts and I opened another gigantic door to a garage filled with grapefruits and said, "Look at this... it's my vast collection of grapefruits." At one point I remember, I was wearing a rich man's sweater and saying, "Check me out... I'm like Ritchie Ritch!" Then I kept on with the tour... my greenhouse, my life-size recreation of an ancient European city. It was cool!