I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I saw Andie McDowell on the street. 

We had this classic intro: I walked past her and as I did her eyes looked up and were fixed on mine as we past - kinda like when you see someone you recognise but don't quite know who it is so you stare a little longer than usual. I'm a real romantic. Anyway, the next part of my dream is a little tricky to explain. I said to her that she needed to wait here while I went up the street as my dad had just driven past in a long oil tanker.

Then I was in a yellow taxi cab in the passenger seat while Andie and another woman(who we both knew) were both sitting in the back seat and she's(McDowell) not impressed with me and I'm leaning back over the seat talking to her trying to reason with her. Then I woke up. That's it.

They say you should write down what happens in your dreams. That's why they say keep a pencil and notepad on your bedside table. Or was that because of something else? Anyway, I only wish things had gone that much better with me and McDowell really.

I guess my subconscious could see that this wasn't going anywhere and broke it off before things could go from bad to worse, because let's face it, that's were it was going. Actually, now that I think about it, I think I pinched her on the knee or something and that didn't work out either because she slapped me. I've never been slapped in my dreams by a woman before, actually ever. That's probably when I woke up. That was my dream que to get out!

Well there you have it: my one time fling with Andie McDowell was well, in my dreams... probably where it belongs.