August 8, 2011

I dreamt that I was having a drink with Bob Geldof at the Japanese whiskey bar above the Chaoyang Theater. The Chinese acrobats came in, in costume, midway through a conversation that seemed very vague and simultaneously deep--Bob was trying to get through to me about something but I was apparently being thick. I went to the men's room. Gordie Howe was using the urinal next to mine dressed in full retro Red Wings uniform and skates. I said hi and he hit me. [then I woke up and put this in my dream journal]