I like art; I like modern art; I like surrealism; and I like Magritte.

Freud would say that sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and Magritte would say that a pipe is sometimes not a pipe, but when it comes to the world of dreams, what would either of them say to my dreaming about standing in the middle of a gallery kissing Magritte? He was trying to get me away from a group of people to tell me something, and when he did, he kissed me. I remember he was holding a piece of paper, but I don't know what was on it. Funny thing is, I've never seen a photo of Magritte, who died in 1967, and the man in the dream looked only vaguely like Magritte does in this photo.