I Dream of Celine.

Dear God, but I love the Interweb. I was in a horrible mood earlier, due to feeling yucky and possibly having flunked a job interview this morning (bad news anyway, disaster in Berlin where job interviews seem to happen on average about four times a decade) but then I find this gem. A site dedicated to people's dreams about Celine Dion. And also her dreams. Oh, life.



This is easily the finest of La Dion's oeuvre, if you ask me. Ice sculptures, denim on denim and PURE RAW EMOTION in fuckin' spades. Awesome.