Last night I had a dream about Tom Cruise
In the dream he had a garage full of vending machines, because he couldn’t go out for snacks for fear of being mobbed. He really didn’t have many just normal friends. His wife wanted him to live his life not so cloistered.
I don’t know if any of that is true. But the dream gave me a sense of compassion towards the guy.
This blog is over as of today.
Dear Tom, you might consider leaving Scientology, because it’s messed up.
