I dreamt of David Bowie last night. I was amongst some female fans (I stopped being a fan some 20 years ago) at a concert and Bowie had a particular way of moving on stage, on some wheeled skis, to save his health. We followed him backstage along a road (sic) and entered with him a building. In a room, we sat around him and talked for a while, until he asked “Remind me which association you’re part of?”. Slightly embarrassed by the fact he hadn’t realised yet we were fans, there was a pause before one of us answered we were healers. He believed us and asked what it consisted of. I replied it was about magnetism. He seemed interested and the conversation went on for a while. We were starting to think that Bowie was really cool to reveal so much about himself when suddenly he said out of the blue :
-“You do realise that now I’ll have to kill you?”
Meaning we probably knew too much about him. We hold our breath. And in that instant, I wish I had a camera to capture the look in our faces. Fortunately, Bowie said he was just pulling our legs. We all laughed with relief.
The funny thing is that according to my companion, this morning, Bowie likes to pull people’s legs permanently and I was not aware of that.