I saw Marathon Man for the first time the other week. I had no idea what it was about, so was surprised to see Dustin Hoffman as a rather sexy young hero type and Laurence Olivier as a sadistic ex-Nazi dentist. IS IT SAFE? (those who have seen it know what I am talking about) Anyway, the other night I dreamt that I was sitting with a group of people in a living room watching telly and Dustin walks in (young, cute, sexy Dustin, NOT old, craggy, yicky Dustin) and sits next to me on the couch. He has a blanket or a folded-out sleeping bag, which he lays over himself, like snuggling in (I get the feeling we are at some big co-ed sleepover). But part of the blanket covers me as well, and soon I feel Dustin's hand holding mine. And I feel ridiculously happy, sitting there secretly holding hands with young Dustin Hoffman.
FIN.
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