My dreams are always odd, vivid, and frequently disturbing. Sometimes, though, they are just plain weird. Last night, I dreamed of being in a diner with a friend. Marilyn Monroe came and sat beside me, and we were friendly, like this was a regular meeting. She talked about her recent movie and got emotional, saying she could smell the syrup in one scene. She asked if I did, too. I told her no, but I mentioned that I had recently watched American Beauty and could smell cherries as they were falling (we all know it was roses). She then stands to leave, and I ask if I can walk her home. She thanks me, says no, and steps outside and into a cab that is a black car from around the 1950’s. The driver is wearing an old school chauffeur uniform. The door closes and they blink out of existence. I don’t think my brilliant dream interpretation book will be able to help with this one.