Two last night, actually, though one isn't as interesting... it was essentially a High School Reunion on a train that stopped someplace so we could pick berries, and one of the girls I hated in high school kept purposely hindering me from picking berries, so I slammed her against a tree, picked some, and then she told on me and I got in trouble. *SIGH*
The other one, though, was far more interesting. It involved all of my sorority sisters and the entire guest list from Samantha's wedding (your parents were in my dream, and Amanda and EVERYONE else). The Delta Zetas and I were all living in various stores in a mall, which was great because we had all been invited (along with the guests at Samantha's wedding) to Ellen Degeneres's birthday party. I don't even watch her show, so I have no idea where that came from. Anyway, the party was on the top floor of the skyscraper that contained the mall in which we all lived. I was sharing a store (?) with Robbi, who locked me out, so I had to beg Ressler and Jenny to help me find clothes (from their stores) for the party because all I had was jeans and a Cincinnati Reds shirt. My hair, however, looked AWESOME. We had to take a rollercoaster to the party, which was very upsetting to Jenny, who was convinced she was going to fall out. So, we all get to the party (wherein the people from Samantha's wedding come, Kate, Paul, etc.) and there are all of these movie stars there and apparently Cher and I go WAY back!! Old friends. And also, I have a long-standing flirtation with Sylvester Stallone, who was following me around and hitting on me, wearing this black and red, sleeveless muscle shirt. It was very off-putting and I was trying to hide from him for most of the night. It all ended with a dance party out on the balcony and me throwing a shoe at somebody.
Interpretations, anyone?
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I got the shoe part. But I'm not sure how it fits with Sylvester Stallone following you around all night...or...WAIT a minute...eww.
You know, throwing shoes at random people isn't going to help. You should CARE about the people you throw shoes at. Like me. Wait. I'm suddenly confused about what I'm trying to insinuate here.
The first dream is exactly what it seems: you would like to beat the crap out of the popular girls from high school, preferably on a moving train.
The second, and I had to go in to a deep transe for this one, is your hidden desire to be a drag queen.
A drag queen with rage issues?
Don't ALL drag qeens have rage issues?
I DON'T want to be a drag queen, the girl who I slammed against a tree was not one of the popular girls but one of the Sluts, and I think the Sylvester Stallone thing was... actually, I still have NO clue what that was.
And I distinctly remember him saying, "How you doin'?" Which, let's face it, he probably would say.
Especially while wearing a muscle shirt. As Erika knows.
Why? Does Erika wear muscle shirts?
LARRY wears muscle shirts, and sluts ARE popular, though not in the good way. Which totally explains why I wasn't popular.
In the good way.
No, ERIKA wears muscle shirts, aka, wife beaters, I wear PANTS
Did you guys know there's some tv show called "Pants-off Dance-off" which is exactly what it sounds like?
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