Sunday, March 14, 2010
I had one of the strangest dreams I've had in awhile.
First, I dreamed that I was hanging out with Nicole Anderson (of Jonas on the Disney Channel), and we were walking around some movie store. We ran across the Sex and the City Series and started talking about it. I mention that I don't have any of them, and she says, "Oh! Well I'm looking to get rid of mine, do you want them?" and I start to talk about how I would, because I haven't even seen most of the series! We make plans for her to give them to me, and next thing I know, I'm thinking oh no, I'm late!
All of a sudden, I'm sitting on a couch in some random apartment. And so...here's the stranger thing: in Cafe World (that shitty game I talk about here that's on facebook), when little avatar people come into your cafe, their name hovers above them. In my dream, I was with 3 people who I had no idea who they were, but they were sitting on the couches and counters around me, and their names were hovering above them. The even stranger thing was that it wasn't actual people I knew, nor were they names: they were bloggers I follow. And not even my favorite bloggers! I'm not going to mention who, since I remember thinking these people were the most pretentious people I'd ever seen. They were drinking coca-cola, and then one of the girls says, "Ew, I can't believe I have to drink coke. Give me a pepsi." So the hosting girl goes and gets it, pulling out two sizes of bottles. Coke-hater girl says, "The smaller bottle of course, what would I do with the bigger one?" Suddenly, the guy says, "Why am I drinking soda? Beer, please." So poor-host-girl grabs him a beer, which he promptly shakes his head and says, "Nope, only Guinness Beer" and she digs it out.
and then a change in scene happens where we're in the kitchen now, and they're sneering at me because I'm drinking water. Host-girl breaks out a bottle of crazy expensive wine, in which all of them take a glass and swill it as they stare at me. Finally, Coke-hater girl says, "You don't belong here with us." As soon as she says it, I crumple into a ball on the floor, clutching my stomach because some shooting pain goes through my right side. The three of them just look at me, then turn away and resume conversation while I lay, immobile, on the floor.
And then I wake up.
.......yeah, I have no idea. I don't even care to own Sex and the City!