I keep having this recurring dream. I’m in Barona but it feels like I’m smack in the middle of Vegas - and Kenny Rogers is there and it's like he knows me. - He knows when to hold me, and he knows when to fold me... and he says “they’ll be time to count the condoms when the lovin’s done.” Across the room a Burt Reynolds impersonator is in the arms of Burt Reynolds - they’re tenderly taking off each others wigs and licking each others heads like they were ‘sex stamps’ (you should try this sometime) But something is wrong - the impersonator doesn’t have a wig - he just tries to comb his hair that way so it looks like it - and Burt is accusing him of being an ‘imposter’ not an ‘impersonator.’ And then, Kenny things get ugly, and I really do feel like I’m smack in the middle of Vegas. Kenny kicks, I try to hold on to his beard but I am dragged (by security) kicking but not screaming, from my Santa, my Kenny and eventually, my sleep. And if the truth be told, I had hoped he’d turn cruel. And, grasping my truth, I can wake up and embrace my insomnia.