Here is a really weird dream that one of my really really good friends Andrea sent me. It's very strange yet really funny. I've written some observations of my own in the dream. Here it is:
"I find myself prepare to go on the air. The Spice Girls (Lou's note: check out The Official Spice Girl's Page) graduation special is about to be filmed. Richard E. Grant, in full Clifford (L's note: This is Richard E. Grant's charachter from the movie "Spice World") regalia, is directing. *I* am a Spice Girl. The generic one.... No one will pay attention to me, and we're about to start our live telecast. I have no costume or makeup, and I don't want to be the frumpy Spice Girl. I can't get anyone to dress me, however, since no one is interested in the personality free Spice Girl. Fortunately I come across the Southern socialite mother of one of my high school friends (L's note: hmmm... who could this be? E-mail me if you think you know who it is!). I beg her for some make up advice and she replies that she's 'got a little queery friend who will help me right out!'. So off we run into the dressing room and an aging and undressed drag queen. He's depilated, wearing a diaper and curled full fetal inside an egg shaped chair. I whisper to my friend's mother that I don't want drag queen make up. Instead I'm given a giant sequin turban to wear. I rush on-stage. Me and my Spice Girl compatriots are dancing with streamers in a stage made to look like a high school gym. The music starts, the lights dim and I start to dance, but I can't help but fall over every time I twirl because of the weight of my giant turban. END DREAM"
An interesting footnote: Andrea spoke to
a physic after having this dream and he
suggested that perhaps the dream was advising
her to stop wearing makeup.