11:38am    City Bakery      Brentwood, Ca

“One’s dreams are an index to her greatness.” Zadok Rabinowitz

I was eating breakfast at my new favorite spot City Bakery when I came across an article while surfing the internet: “How I Led Actor Ralph Fiennes astray at 35,000 feet.”  I accidentally spilled my water and sat up very erect in the chair. Here’s an excerpt from that story as reported in The Daily Mail:

The Australian stewardess (Quantas Airlines’) Lisa Roberston has told friends she recognised Fiennes, 44, as he soon as he settled into his business class seat, 2K, for the nine-hour flight from Darwin.

“I’ve always fancied him and to see him on my flight was a real thrill,” she told them.

Later she allowed him to break aircraft rules by sitting beside her on the crew jump seat, which is used during their break.After chatting together, there was, she has admitted, a lot of ‘body language’ between them and even the odd kiss or two.She gave him her phone number. Finally she decided to take matters into her own hands.

“I just stood up, reached down for his hand and told him to follow me,” she told friends. “We went into the toilet and locked the door and off came much of our clothes.”

She said they then had passionate and apparently unprotected sex.Other crew members, more than a little suspicious, waited outside the door and later reported her to airline bosses.Miss Robertson, 38, told friends she was so overwhelmed with the moment that she did not care who was listening, what they saw or what they assumed had been going on.

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I finished reading the article at City Bakery and said, “Waiter? Can I have the lube? I’m sorry, I meant to say ‘can I have the check?’ So sorry about that. Oh God, so sorry. If I could just get the check please.”

Wow, this Ralph Fiennes is a monster. Who woulda thought? I’ll be honest with you; I gave up on dreaming about the Mile High Club back when I was 19 years young. It just never seemed like a reality.  Now I’m in a happy and monogamous relationship. But I must admit reading this article sent a few sparks flying through my brain. I realized there are lots of dreams and fantasies I’ve put to rest. As goes the quote I often use in my yoga classes, “You don’t age until your regrets outnumber your dreams.”

Has it been a long time since you’ve dared to dream a crazy, absurd, ridiculous, fabulous, scandalous dream? So often we short-circuit the imaginative process with guilt, fear, or malaise.  Let us put our puritan selves aside. Now is the time to kickstart the imagination.

The world needs dreamers. Maybe not dirty dreamers, but big dreamers who aren’t afraid to see past the fog. As Wayne Dyer said, “Let no doubt into your dreams and intentions. The dreamers are the saviors of the world.  Just as the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so too do the manifestations of man find nourishment in the visions of solitary dreamers.  Be one of those dreamers.”

No matter what’s going on in your life right now, I challenge you to dream of something wonderful and amazing.  Don’t censor yourself. Maybe it’s winning the lottery. Maybe it’s attending my dreamy retreat to Sedona in December. Or maybe it’s being dragged into the bathroom by a Quantas Airlines stewardess before being stripped naked and throttled at 30,000 feet.  Every morning when you wake up, nurture that dream. Every night before you go to sleep, nurture that dream.  On your desk may be mountains of stress. But close your eyes and you might just find beneath the mountains and behind the thoughts and beyond the worries:  a long lost city of dreams.

****Click here to read the article in Daily News