Not being able to afford bedsheets--imagine!  What a ragamuffin! Those were some very interesting dreams, indeed--the whole ?uestlove/ice cream sundae scenario truly defies analysis! It reminds me of a very vivid dream I had weeks ago with Pete in it, I don't think I told you about it...

I was back in school as an undergrad, attending some college or university, and Pete was a classmate in one of my classes. I kept turning around to talk to him (he sat right behind me), and we would whisper to each other in class, gossiping. Because I didn't want other people to eavesdrop on our gossip, I kept trying to whisper to him in French. I'd say, "Parlez-vous francais?" and he'd look at me all baffled. Anyway, because we had to get so close to whisper to each other, he smelled my hair (?!) and he said, "Your hair smells so good, like roses. It reminds me of my grandma--she had the sweetest smelling hair..." The f&ck??? Odd, no? I think this was around the time I had my last haircut though, so that would explain the "sweet smelling hair" thing, because my hair always smells quite lovely after a salon shampoo.  Anyway, that was it... no