First thing I remember is that I kissed this girl on the lips. Half-open mouthed kiss, 2 seconds, not entirely erotic or anything, but a definitive gesture. She had on this pink glittery lipstick that I thought was cute. She had go wait on a table or something. I think I was backstage at someplace like a dinner theater, and there were performers and waitstaff coming and going. Then I struck up a conversation with another girl, who I was more interested in as a person. I was charming her with stories of being in Antarctica and other feats that bordered on the hyperbole. Not really sure what other tales I was telling. There were other people back there listening in as well.

But the second girl said I was lying, which I took great offense to and told her that I was most definitely not lying, but that in the years to come I would defintely lie to her every chance I got. For some reason this was supposed to come off as suave. Apparently in the dream it did. Anyway, I could sense that the first girl was getting a little miffed at my flirtacious speak. Minor part of the dream. And I talked some more, and then the second girl asked me about my impression of someone famous (not sure who she thought), and I looked a littled puzzled. She fake-sang a little of the bit. I firmly corrected her that it was not an impression of whomever, but rather of R. Buckminster Fuller (though it really had nothing to do with him whatsoever). And I asked her how she knew about that. She said she had googled me and found this tidbit of info on me.

Ah! I had met a suitable match! And I prepared myself to do a rendition of the “Jonathan Edward Keller Song” that MLO came up with back in the day. I told the girl that I’d have to contact MLO to get the key component of the sing-song impression.