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A dream involving Mick Jagger, the words "Where are the condoms", and no sex at all.

First, hanging out with Keith Richards at a front yard picnic table.

Then, hanging out with Mick in a penthouse, sitting on the bed even. Needed a ponytail ring for some reason. He said, "where's the condoms?", went off and came back with an enormous pile of them. Stretched several over his hands. One was purple and bulgy. Cut one to make a stretchy loop which I put in my hair.

We played dominoes and cards and I met his girlfriend Francesca. She was called Steve, but only by close friends. I told her I'd wait a while before trying to call her Steve, but we got on well.

He wrote me a song called something like "Love Camp".

I had to go away because I was moving house. Francesca was too.

Then there I was at a Stones concert, sitting with Francesca, with a place saved for me. Yeah, I know. They started off with the new song Love Camp and Mick was looking all over for his new friend who wasn't there yet. In I dash with an armful of pink flowered comforter that had just come out of the dryer. Had to wait for it to get dry before I could leave for the concert.

Then I was back at home with Chris and Tammie, and we were going out to dinner. They couldn't believe I'd spent the day/evening with Mick Jagger without any sex, but I had his notes for the new song.

Switch.

A question/answer program, someone asked "Why does [my wife] carry light bulbs in her dress?" Answer: "because they're hot." A question about an old-fashioned water closet that wasn't draining right, complete with scale model.

[The third alarm, and I get up to go get Rosa.]