The 'Jon Bon Jovi' Dream

Two nights ago I was having dinner in San Francisco. Someone brought up the subject of age. One fellow surprised me when he announced that he turned forty years old this year. He looked no more than thirty years old.
“Yikes, I will be fifty next year,” I said.
Another thirty something fellow remarked, “Really? I never would’ve guessed.”
“Well, thanks. Yes, I am the same age as Marie Osmond and a year younger than Michael Jackson and Madonna.”
“Madonna is ageless,” the thirty something said with an eyebrow raise.

The next night I was having cocktails with a small group in Napa Valley.
“What are we going to do for our birthdays next year?” one woman whispered.
Like me, this woman is going to be turning fifty-years old in 2009.
“That’s right. We have to talk about that. We have five decades to celebrate,” I replied.
She smiled.
“Madonna is ageless and she’s a year older than us,” I added.
Madonna was born on August 16, 1958 in Bay City, Michigan.

And so I think that is one of the reasons Jon Bon Jovi appeared in my dreams last night. He is nearing fifty-years old (in about three years). He was born on March 2, 1962 in Perth Amboy, New Jersey.
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I don’t always remember my dreams but this one is all too vivid. It must have been the varietal of wine mixtures over dinner.

The ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ Dream:

I was in a modern, lived-in New York City apartment. There were two women inside who seemed very focused and busy. One was a petite brunette and the other was a short-haired blond who resembled actress Tea Leoni.
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Jon Bon Jovi was there, lying on a bed. He was posing shirtless and trying to look natural as the two girls photographed him. I was the observer. The photo shoot seemed to be coming to an end.
“You two are really going to make out nice on this job,” I said quietly.
“We have to split the fifty-dollars,” the blond said.
Now I’d say her statement is a sincere sign of these somber economic times.

The girls packed up their equipment and left the apartment. I was suddenly alone with ‘Jon Bon Jovi’.
He looked at me as he sat up on a very contemporary sofa-like bed that was covered in white fur.
“If I let you stay here with me would you NOT tell anyone?” he asked with sensual undertones as he cleared his throat.
“Well, I know I’d like to but I’d have to tell my boyfriend,” I said nervously.
There was a sudden silence.

I found myself roaming the apartment until I found a white spiral staircase. I decided to climb the stair. It felt so claustrophobic. It was like the spiral was closing in on me with each step that I climbed. I chose not to reach the top deck. I made my way back down. Soft piano music started to play.
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The next dream sequence is a blur.

Twenty-five years ago:

December 29, 1983

Frank Vasconcellos and I made plans for a movie this coming Friday night. I guess that should be 'okay'.

Work flew by once again and it wasn't long before I found myself with Helen Wong in Berkeley, California at a Taiwanese Restaurant. We watched 'North By Northwest' at the University Theater. It has to be one of my all-time favorite Hitchcock films. We met Barbara and Robert at the theater. It was an enjoyable outing. We stayed at the theater until 11:30pm because Helen really wanted to see all of the second Hitchcock feature, "Suspicion".

After dropping Helen off at her BART station (where she had left her car) I stopped over at mom's house to get my package of homemade M&M cookies. I bumped into my brother, Tony. He told me that his pal, Dennis Reno, would be getting three applications for each of us for Management Marketing Rep. positions. That would be great if I was hired for one of those openings. Time will tell.

I will have to take more initiative in 1984 if I want some serious career advancement. I want to explore job hunting, modeling (?), and art classes as well as other creative projects. I think things will get brighter. I will allow things to shine on. I need to smile and show that "shining" feeling...despite any mishaps along the way.