Since starting this blog, the only nightmares I have involve Elizabeth Hurley's always frightening child, Damian. He is like a demonic man in a child's body. Kind of like Chucky only Charles Lee Ray has used his voodoo magic to place himself into Liz Hurley's kid instead of a Good Guy Doll. Sometimes I just see his face in my dreams. Staring at me. Other times he is chasing me with a lollipop, only the lollipop is made out of razor blades. Either way, I would not like to meet this child in a dark alley. I also would like to say that he is a beautiful, smart and charming human being and I wish him nothing but the best in life. Please don't kill me, Damian.