I’ve succeeded beyond my wildest dreams – financially and the amount of fun I have in my life.
Deep down, I’m a Texas girl looking for that big romance every girl dreams about. Biologically, I look forward to being a cornerstone of a family. I’ll be in my glory when I have a child on my knee.
I’m a journeyman actor, and I don’t ever want to forget that. With romantic-lead dreams.
It is all nonsense, to be sure and so much the greater nonsense inasmuch as the true interpretation of many dreams – not by any means of all dreams – moves, it may be said, in the opposite direction to the method of psycho-analysis.
If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a red tie, or brown boots with evening dress.
There’s a logic to dreams that doesn’t necessarily follow linear narrative. You don’t know why things happen, it’s your subconscious pushing you, to give you information.
In the fifties I had dreams about touching a naked woman and she would turn to bronze or the dream about hot dogs chasing donuts through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I’ve been blessed by doing classic plays on Broadway, which was one of my great dreams forever.