Well, I dreamt that her name was in cement at Mann’s Chinese Theater. I can’t remember anything else about the dream.
I think this means I spend too much time online.
Next you’ll be dreaming that Duck Duck Goose wins a Pulitzer, for investigative reporting. 
Be glad - magdalene, I think, had a dream about me that was lost in the Winter of Missed Content a little while ago.
I believe I was a figure skater in the 2002 Winter Olympics, and was wearing ripped jeans and a spangly t-shirt, and at some point in my routine I began clapping my hands over my head and all of the judges joined in, even the taciturn Bulgarian …
I still wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
Geez, I feel like a geek by association! (And BTW, I didn’t see this thread until jeevmon pointed me toward it. I think he spends too much time online.)
Unless, of course, you’re talking about Isabel Allende’s protagonist, in which case I have egg on my face again…