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Airport is so great... I can blog from bed when I'm really sleepy but afraid to shut my eyes and find out I can't sleep...

Before I do that (and do you notice that no matter how sleepy I am, I can still type?) I'm going to try and pitch a dream to my subconscious. My subconscious is kind of like Lorne Michaels. You have to be really confident when you're pitching an idea to it. So, subconscious, here's the dream I'd like to dream tonight, I hope you like it:

Me and Roscoe Orman (Gordon from Sesame Street) and Mindy Cohn (from The Facts of Life) and Marilla-as-played-by-Collen-Dewhurst are sitting under a big parachute. The kind that you used to throw up in the air and run under when you were in preschool. It's being held up my magic dream-means, and is kind of like a big, colourful tent over the four of us. There's a gymnasium floor beneath us. We're sitting in a circle. Mindy Cohn has an acoustic guitar and she's strumming a song and Gordon is singing while me and Marilla play Gin. I keep winning and Marilla gets kind of mad and it makes the rest of us laugh, and finally Marilla laughs too. Then we're all singing, singing so beautifully, such harmony. I think, "I didn't know Natalie could sing so well, I wonder if Mrs. Garrett knows?" The song is so beautiful that I start to cry and Gordon-from-Sesame-Street puts his arm around me and suddenly the parachute starts to float up to the ceiling and we're floating with it, floating up out of the gymnasium and Mindy's still strumming and we're still singing and Gordon has his arm around me and we float away over Central Park...

This is the dream I would like to have tonight please.

Good night.

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