Last night I had a dream that Rebecca and I were looking at apts with Bob Dylan (circa 1967) acting as broker. Of course he showed us a gorgeous 2-br suite in the Chelsea Hotel. We decided to take it, but then changed our minds at the last minute upon conviction that the place had to be swirling with ghosts.
Pretty sure I dreamed this because of the Spring 2009 video from
Charlotte Ronson's campaign. I can't embed it, but you can watch it
here. It's pretty much all I want in life (minus the whole living in Chelsea part) and Donald is the stuff dreams are made of.
