Dreaming of Allure
Last night, I dreamt of Allure. She was throwing a big party in a breaking down old ramshackle tall house like out of cartoons. All I remember is that she wasn’t interested in me and then I left and she ran out into the dusty yard and brought me back and kissed me and we made love. I woke with an incongruous sad scary dream feeling.
You know how sometimes when you dream of someone you’re in love with them for the rest of the day? Do you think that if you dream of someone often enough you could just be in love with them all the time?
Anyway, so I watched Annie Hall today and I think Diane Keaton’s upper lip is like Julianne Moore’s and like Allure’s.