Oh, who cares about my dreams anyway? Well, so far the cat and the wife today, but maybe the cat was looking my way and daydreaming about mice.
So last night took me to England where I was a special detective on the Queen's bodyguard brigade. You know, the tough guys who get to guard her life with their own, not the guys in the red outfits and bear hats, nor the beefeaters either. The Queen had lost some papers in London, and we were walking around looking for them, and she saw a bagel joint and wanted to try it for lunch, so we all had lunch there which she thought was quite novel and so did the average people in there who were surprised the Queen was wandering around like anybody else.
I felt very important.