the following folks have visited me in my dreams over the past two weeks, in this order:
and, last night, Oprah
Clapton was nice, quiet, likes cheese. Madonna was curt, cold, and her advice to me was to work with only the best (producers, musicians, publicists, bodyguards, etc.). Sting lit one of my poems on fire and told me to "write around the charred parts." Oprah suggested that i institute relaxing rituals in my life, like candle-lit baths.
so, i'll keep you posted. Michael Jackson MUST be on his way...