I had the most intense random exciting adventure driven dream last night. Oddly enough. Oprah was in it. I met her here in LA. At this point, I’m 2 hrs up since dreaming such vivid things. Oprah had highered a personal trainer…and somehow..magically ended up having the body of a perfect ripped 23 year old model. She was super cool laidback…and we ended up talking at perhaps it was intellengentsia on Abbot Kinney. I told her I had this Vision of shooting her with BW film. I wanted to do something that had never been done with her photographically…. A throw back to 50’s 60’s fashion and decor. She was excited about it…and we ended up getting in a black SUV that took us to LAX. She flew us to NYC…(though in my mind..it was a different NYC….) She lived in a house that was once a big commercial space…that had a rotating door to get in … it was super fast..and you’d have to time it super perfectly to jump in and out. When you came in…there was a elementary school to the left…and to the right another door that took you to this massive modern space….which was Oprahs home. You overlooked a perfect space of green that went for miles….and in the distance you saw crazy old homes…that looked like ancient factories….each home giant and grand in its own special way. The facades of each like the fuselages of fallen rusted aircraft. I ended up having my own insane room with a wall covered in giant LCD panels…and a computer that I could work on. FB ended up showing up on all the screens at once… I somehow booked a flight back to LA - grabbed my cameras…and film…told a friend about my adventure and what was going on only to be told I was a Liar. I went back to NYC that night and met up with Oprah again. We had Thai food… and spoke of photo shoots, fashion, dreams of mine…and what she felt she was missing in her life..needed to do next. She apparently was launching a new TV show… And on it…she was going to give away a Mike Allen Portrait session to some lucky person on the show…..she was excited about it…as was I. I then met up with Dave Mathews…who was in NYC at same time…and we gazelled around… I ended up just bringing blondes to our table and leaving them with him as I continued doing laps in this seemingly endless space at this Bar lounge space. I can’t really remember the rest of the dream other then NYC seeming like this magic place. Oh Oprah. Hah. How did you end up in my dream?