My recall has been really crappy lately. I haven't come over here to log anything because it's only been bits and pieces. But I suppose bits and pieces are better than nothing, so here goes...
Last night I dreamed I was in a movie theater with some friends or colleagues. I told them I couldn't stay because John Travolta and I had plans and before they even had a chance to verbally express their obvious disbelief, he walked up the aisle straight towards me, and I had just enough time to nod my head to my friends and say "See?, John Travolta" before jumping up out of my chair to give him a big hug. He was wearing a deep purple shirt and possibly a tie, and he was younger (and therefore thinner) than he is in real life.
Prior to that, there was something about a girl with short blond hair, possibly someone I worked with in the dream. Something about an elevator to the fourth floor, she had just come out of it as I was going in. Before I got in the elevator, I heard her say congratulations to an old woman walking away from the elevator doors. There was also something about her purse. Her purse at first appeared to be identical to mine. I was going to ask her if she had the same problem I do with the little lock on the front section (in real life there is no section on my purse with a little lock, on the front or otherwise) and then I realized hers was not exactly like mine, as hers did not have that locked front section. Plus hers had some brown trim and mine is cream or ivory colored all the way through, no trim.
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