Messed Up Dreams

So I don't know what I ate last night, but I had the longest dream I think I've ever had. So I was at the Grammy's (don't ask why) with my parents, and Kid Rock saw us, and let us into the very front section. We were also with a midget, which could explain why he was so nice to us. So we're watching the performances, and there don't seem to be any awards, just a lot of songs. And there's this percussion ensemble, and they invite people up to help them set up. (Why would they do that?) And me and some other guy (by now, my parents have disappeared) are hitting on the women in charge of the chimes and xylophones and stuff, and their boss comes and yells at us, and he fixes the stuff that we thought was broken, and we go sit back down. And for some reason, everyone performing is all about letting audience members come up and dance and stuff with them. So when he calls people up, he only asks specific people, and i'm one of the last ones he comes to, and he says this word that starts with a B and I say "excuse me?" and he says, "yeah that's what I thought" and moved on. The word was like "Brendor" or something that makes no sense. So everyone is up dancing with the bands. Except everyone magically know the choreography, so you don't get any losers who just come up and bounce around. So somehow later, I'm up there, and then the song ends, and instead of going back to the audience, I end up backstage, where, for some reason, my name is on a list and I'm actually allowed to be. Even though Madonna is back there. And tons of other people. But apparently, I've performed in this theatre, because I totally know my way around.

Then I wake up when my mom comes in. I tell her all about the dream. Then I go back to sleep.

But I never did wake up. I dreamed that part too. So then I go back into the dream within a dream, and I'm back at the Grammy's and we're dancing again, except my friend (?) Reese Witherspoon dances too far and falls into the orchestra pit. I jump down (quite athletically) and make sure she's OK. She gets up, just embarrassed. not hurt at all, even though she landed flat on her back. Wow. Who knew Reese had it in her? So I wander around under the stage, and in the dressing room, I run into this girl from high school, Jamie Barker, who no one liked because she graduated with our class a year too early, and she looked good, and I was talking to her, telling her all about the Drake Theatre website and (even though she didn't go there) how she should go and sign up. Then these other girls (one of them was Allison's Duluth roommate) come up and start making fun of her, and then I start getting mad, because it's totally rude, even though I don't really like Jamie Barker.

Then I really do wake up. What the hell was that?