I Dreamed A Dream (A Dream About You, Baby).

I had a bizarre dream last night (the sort of bizarre dream that ought to be recorded for posterity) starring, in large part, Marco Scutaro.

There was a very strange bit at the beginning about arriving at Fenway and parking my car and then having to change from my work clothes into more appropriate baseball game attending attire and leaving the work clothes at the coat check. So then I bought a seventy dollar ticket (It's weird that I remember that it was exactly seventy dollars) and talk about obstructed view, the ticket that I bought was for a seat on the first base side but the seat was turned one hundred and eighty degrees from the field and looking at a television. I was going to leave but then there were all these people I knew in high school, so I stayed. And then after it was an official game, they called it not because of the weather (it was bright and sunny) but because they were going to premier Marco Scutaro's movie. And no one had a problem with this.

I don't actually remember too much about Marco's movie other than at one point he was flouncing around a library, badly overacting, while wearing a too tight, bright blue, velvet smoking jacket. Anyway, it must have been a very long movie because when it was over it was already two in the morning but the people seemed to really have enjoyed the movie.

But then there was a snafu with getting my work clothes back from the coat check girl; she couldn't find them. After looking around for awhile they told me that if they couldn't find my clothes in two hours, then they would pay me $80,000 for them but I had to be there looking for them for two hours, if I left then they wouldn't pay me. The problem was that I needed to catch a train (which is weird because my car was right there) and if I waited for two hours, then all the trains would have left. I was in the middle of trying to decide what to do; wait around for two hours and be paid $80,000 or be able to get home when I woke up.

And since then I've had Ethel Merman stuck in my head, telling Marco: You'll be swell. You'll be great. Gonna have the whole world on a plate. Starting here, starting now. Honey, everything's coming up Marco.

It's very strange.