"But When We Wake, It's All Been Erased"

Last night I dreamed that I went to the Academy Awards with Renee Zellweger. We were friends and she invited me to go with her. Oddly enough, in my dream, I looked better than her. But of course in my dream I was super skinny and had a great dress. It was black and pink and long and fitted with black ribbon-like spaghetti straps. Renee was wearing a frumpy outfit that made her look like a grandma. We pulled up to the awards in her RV and got out for the red carpet walk. But since I am not famous they made me walk out of the cameras’ view alongside the red carpet. I was particularly upset because I had just gotten off the phone with my mom telling her to turn on the TV and watch for me. At the end of the red carpet just before you went inside, there was a check-in table where all the stars signed this HUGE book; Debra Messing was there. I looked over, trying to see all the famous signatures. And what signature was the largest and went across both pages of the book? Merle Norman. Yes, founder of my grandmother’s make-up company. Once we got inside, Renee grabbed me and said, “Well, you really turned Bob Barker’s head.”

This was an odd dream considering I’m really not a big Renee Zellwegger fan. Why wasn’t I going with someone like Matthew McConaughey? I guess he would be going with his girlfriend Penelope Cruz, though. And Bob Barker? In my dreams, where I can be and look like anyone I want, I chose to look gorgeous for Bob Barker? Oh well, at least it wasn’t as scary as the dream I had recently where I was descending elevators through the building of Hell-- “Dante’s Inferno” style-- with large, super-fast, flesh-colored snakes chasing me or wrestling Grizzly bears in water.