I love to dream of my big house that I don't live in. Well, last night I was in the woods behind the house with some people, and we started walking up to the back porch. This is an amazing porch - up high with stone staircases leading up to it on either side. It's sort of like a veranda with beautiful outdoor furniture.

Only there are lions lounging all around. Huge big lions on the chaise lounges and couches and chairs. Staring at us. We all stop and I think, "Oh no, they've wandered up again." We stand frozen on the stairs as each lion gets up and walks toward us, going down the stairs and sniffing each one of us, checking us out. Then they slowly walk away into the woods.

One woman says to me, "What on earth do you feed them?"

I say, "We don't. We don't like to encourage them."

She says, "ahh...."

And then I woke up.