Dreamt that I was visiting the darkened apartment of Robert Downey Jr. There was a brunette present, not sure who she was, maybe a housekeeper. I was undergoing some sort of trial or test which began with them laying out two big pieces of dark meat on the cramped kitchen counter. They said I had to prepare the cod just right. It wasn't cod, I called it tripe. Then, we were drinking, maybe, gin cocktails. In the meantime I was sewing a teal lace dress for a young girl. It had some pink roses along the bodice. I asked Robert if he thought it would fit his daughter. He said she was twelve.
