I had another remarkable dream last night. I was in a very nice little neighborhood, all in black and white, with little shops and restaurants. I was gazing down at the sidewalk, and I could hear Frank Sinatra singing “Welcome to my street of dreams”. I could see an image of him singing in black and white intermixed with the sidewalk and the leaves falling. It all looked like a cartoon. I could probably make a Flash movie out of it. I might just do that and post it. It was very enchanting and peaceful. I woke up briefly with a smile on my face. When I went back to sleep, I found myself in a brightly lit shoe store, in color this time, and Cher was standing there. She was young and beautiful with long black straight hair, and dark eyes, and a cute nose. I got fairly close to her, and she looks at me as if to say “Yes? What?” and I was too shy to respond. That was it. But it was quite vivid, and beautiful. It was like I was taking a little tour of the fifties and sixties in my subconscious. I know it left me with a really good feeling. Then, I woke to another day unemployed, and a personal matter to clear up, if possible. Ah, yes, real life. It’s a bitch!