In my dream the rockefeller center bldg. spokesman came to see george and me and told us that – UNBELIEVABLY the aliens wanted to talk to me rather than good ol’ george, their chief champion.
Well, nobody quite knew what to make of it but i dutifully trotted after the aliens’ liasion-man to the elevators from whence the aliens would exeunt and speak to me. But when the elevator door glided open there were three Cheryl Horning sculptures on the elevator carpeting and they were not alive.
The man tried to shoo me into the elevator but I resisted and Mickey was there behind us, tagging along as additional troops, so the representative didn’t force me any more and I was safe, staring in horror at the misrepresentation in the elevator.
End of dream. Are Cheryl Horning sculptures like aliens? I can’t figure it out, but they are definitely unearthly and otherworldly. And thank goodness for Mickey. We should have been on our guard at any news that aliens would prefer to speak to me than to george who has been their best ally for years.