The other night I had a dream where I was in a hospital and I was in the front desk area, and all of a sudden Lady Gaga showed up and started dancing, and everyone is standing around her watching her with her back-up dancers…and then she tapped on the glass, and said “Miles! Dance with me!” So I did. The dream ends with me walking around with Lady Gaga holding hands dodging fans and kissing in Boston’s public garden.

I had a similar dream back in the 6th grade about Cindy Crawford. Cindy Crawford was driving the mini-bus I took to school back then. No one else recognized her but me. She was incognito. So, she dropped everyone else off and she kept driving past my street, and past the edge of town to towns I had never been before. She, stopped at a mini golf place and we played a round, all the while touching and kissing each other like couples do when they’re in love. (You’ll have to ignore the fact that I was in 6th grade and a supermodel was basically molesting a child). At some point in the dream me and Cindy had a conversation about having a television show together. And in the dream it came to fruition. We had a show together but lived in my hometown. We were a famous celebrity couple. And that’s how it ends.

Now I’m not one to believe in dreams, despite being a HUGE fan of Sandman and as a result believing and following Neil Gaiman’s words and teachings to be truth; but this dream struck a chord in me that I must talk about.

It has to do with women. It’s all about attractive, material, exciting, able-to-introduce-me-to-new-things women, being nice to me and generally being attracted and interested in me and giving me avenues in which help me achieve my goals and dreams. Whether that be professionally or personally.

In the past I would say, that dreams mean nothing. It’s just electric brain synapses crossing causing strange outcomes and thoughts. And in a way, I still think that’s all dreams are…but that doesn’t mean they don’t serve a purpose. That what the brain is pulling together as a ‘dream’ isn’t something that’s real. I feel like it’s telling you very real things about yourself and the world.

And I suppose the only thing I really have to say here, is that I hope the dream was telling me something. Because, Lady Gaga was really nice and I can only hope that either her or her someone like her shows me a whole new world because those dreams made me feel pretty good.

PS: I swear to god, if someone posts a comment with a link to this scene I’m going to delete it.