I dreamt Nicole Kidman and Mick Jagger were married and lived in an apartment we visited, nicely laid out; she had her own room. I wanted to respectfully acknowledge her film career but she suddenly dismissed me for a moment of privacy. I rejoined Diana who was walking (through a hall along an indoor pool) with Julia, another woman friend of Mr. Jagger. They were commenting on the ugliness of the art. I liked it. Peter

Say, those high fallutin' Sparks are back with a new album and a concert in the park!