Dream

Last night I dreamed that Patrick Swayze came to me with a sexy, cocky, charming, warm-hearted, All-American grin on his face, and he said, "So now you know that I'm actually pretty good, huh?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation. Point Break, which I recently watched, had washed away any remaining doubts on that score.

He looked pleased as punch Punch.

Then I woke up to the news of his death. He's actually not one of my favorite actors, so I have no idea what the dream visit was about. It's just plain altogether weird.