I dream a lot.
Sometimes it’s a simple dream. A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together.
Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems to go on and on…like a three hour show.
By the time it’s all done, I’m never sure but I think it was all an illusion of fancy, you as my muse leading me to the silliness that forms our beau ideal.
At least that’s how we see it at Bubbles in the Think Tank.