Dream Land

I had some crazy dreams Thursday night. The bits I remember go like this.

In a tiny piece of dream I was at a family gathering in a large warehouse type building. As I ran around moving things I noticed I was being followed by a little girl. I noticed nobody wanted to talk to her and would scoot her away. I finally kneeled down and asked her her name. She wouldn't respond and just scowled at me. So I turned away and kept walking. She kept following so I would casually pass little things to her to eat but not make eye contact. I finally felt a little tug and she was holding up some type of leather belt. She indicated she wanted me to put it on and after much confusion I realized she wanted me to fashion a swing from it. So now I'm swinging this little kid around the room. She finally laughed and I was able to ask where her mother was. Since I figured a 3-4 yr old had to belong to somebody. She said her mom died so I asked about her father. She wouldn't answer so I (we) started looking around. I found him. Laying drunk on the floor after starting a fight. I sat her in another room as I pulled him to a sitting position. I asked about his daughter and his only response was what did the little brat get herself into now. He said she was nothing but trouble. I smacked him a few times and told him she just needed attention...she needed acknowledgment. I remember kicking him a few times before my dream morphed to something else.

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Now I was in some type of reality show similar to American Idol but based on diet, fashion and looks. (Yeah, even the dream me was like "what the hell am I doing here"). There were 3 or 4 contestants left and for some reason I had just joined the group. At the end of the second show, before the elimination of a contestant, the commentator pulled me aside during commercial break and said I would be eliminated. I thought "Wow, that was fast!". He said he would ask me what I would be doing next and I should respond by pleading to stay on or say I was going to binge on food. I smiled as I'd been taught on the show and said ok.

So back from commercial break, and knowing we're live, I stand next to the other contestants in an itchy fluffy monstrosity of a dress better suited for a warped bridesmaid. I remind myself to feign surprise when my name is called. They call my name and I hug the others and walk to stage center. He starts by asking if there's anything I want to say. I start by thanking the very cool girls who took me in and helped me get acclimated after my very late start. I then point at one girl and say that she needs to get over herself. I've seen 'hotter'. Unlike her fellow contestants, her beauty only lies skin deep. And when their exterior beauty fades, their true beauty will only shine stronger. On the other hand when her exterior beauty fades she'll be left with the rotten core exposed and slinging back vodkas in a dark corner of a seedy bar.

And the commentator quickly changed the question to "what will you be doing next? will you maintain the eating habits you learned here?" Again I smiled sweetly, as I'd been taught, and said if I had to eat another wafer thin cracker that tasted like cardboard I would puke. I said I would be shedding the monkey clothes and going back to being me (as I tore off that hideous dress to reveal my tshirt, cargo pants and harley boots). I say thank you America for setting me free from this craziness and I missed the fresh air. As I'm putting my riding gloves on I tell him I'm going for pizza and a beer and for God's sake he'd better give me my moto back now.

Some dreams huh? Hilarious! And apparently I'm violent in my dreams. And something tells me there's a message here. Perhaps in response to my questions to you in the previous post and perhaps the overall feel of the Fluffy blog. That's really why I had to log them here. Before I forget. And thank you THANK YOU for such amazingly kind words in the previous post. Y'all rock~

But please tell me I'm not supposed to be a fashion model bounty hunter who hunts dead-beat dads by moto