This is quite an embarrassing post. I don't normally dream much, that I recall and certainly not about blog people but for some odd reason I recalled this dream vividly this morning when I woke, 09.00 04/01/15.
R and I were at a venue. I am not sure what it was but some sort of gambling venue that maybe was putting on a show. The cost to enter was $15 and I had the money in my hand. I dropped the $10 note and turned around to pick it up and there were two blokes behind us. They were both offering me my dropped $10 note but one bloke who was holding the ten dollar note towards me said it was not mine as mine was crumpled, so I took the crumpled note from the other bloke, who for all the world looked like Gattina's husband Mr G. I wanted to tell R that the bloke was Mr G, but that would involve a lot of explanation and I really wasn't sure it was him.
We attended the performance, of what I am not sure, and I kept looking at this bloke who I thought was Mr G. I was sure it was him. I knew he was visiting Australia, but I thought only in Sydney, not in Melbourne.
Ok, I must tackle him when the show finishes and ask him if he is Gattina's Mr G? I did and like a celebrity does, he ignored me, well he did say some foreign words to me and behaved like a celebrity brushing off a fan. His English speaking and glamorous female minder answered for him, except she would not confirm or deny if Mr G was Gattina's Mr G. Mr G's minder was a nasty type. I shouted at her. How dare you not confirm! I will have you know I know Gattina and I will get to the bottom of this.
And then nature called and I was awake.
Lol if Gattina tells Mr G about this, but let me reassure her, I am not lusting after her husband. Of course the question might be asked, what was he doing with a glamorous female minder?