As I was about to leave, the bus driver asked where I was going, and I said, "Well, home, of course."
And he asks, "Whatcha gonna do at home? Crochet?"
And I stopped and we had this huge moment, where I was so excited that he brought up crocheting, and we got to talking and come to find out, HE loves to crochet, too! So we were totally bonding and the whole time I kept being super conscious of my body language just in case his wife was looking out the window. I didn't want her to think it meant anything!
Then I woke up, and next thing I knew I was in this group of friends (I think one of them was literally Chandler from Friends, and Robin from How I Met Your Mother) and we were talking in this really fancy bedroom or library (think, like, a mansion). I can't remember what we were talking about but someone addressed Chandler and he didn't answer, he just stared at the closed door and started moving his hand in the air.
Suddenly, I'm looking through his eyes and the world turns to varying shades of gray and harsh lines, like someone had traced the whole world with an etch-a-sketch. But the lines around the door were all slightly moving, and I'm not sure but I THINK I was seeing the vibrations in the air! And I THINK I (Chandler) was trying to counter the vibrations. Like someone was at the door spying and he was trying to mask our presence. It was super cool, but he failed. He told us all to leave and once we were gone, this spy guy pops up from behind him and they fight.
Cut scene out to the hallway where everyone in the building is heading into the ballroom and dining area. Chandler comes out limping with his pants around his ankles, crying about how his boyfriend wasn't supposed to be like that or something (still trying to remember what he said but it was kind of sitcom-funny). Then James Van Der Beek comes out with a grin, zipping up his pants, and he gives me this huge smile and says some smart comment. I can't remember that either but it made the whole thing comical when in reality it probably wasn't supposed to be. Like the implications of their body language said one thing but their words painted a completely different picture. Someone bumped into me then, and the dream shifted...
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It was like I was an activated sleeper agent. Everyone was dressed up for this fancy dinner being held by two local royals, a man and a woman (not married). I felt like each aspect of the night belonged to a different time period. Beauty and the Beast-style ballroom, eighties-wedding-style dining area and tables, Glee-classroom-style auditorium. But it all made sense.
I was strolling the room listening to conversations, taking note of small details like disturbed glasses and "how was your meal" suggestion slips. I distinctly overheard people saying they were afraid to be honest about the meal because the man had a habit of hanging people and the woman liked beheading.
I was supposed to infiltrate the main event, which was this entertainment being put on in the classroom. Like a movie set, the back half of the room was enclosed but the front half was wide open and people walked in from the ballroom. The audience was sitting in classroom chairs (plastic seats with metal legs).
There was a pudgy older announcer guy in the main seat and beside him was the guest of honor, a pretty blonde girl from an older century but in half-modern clothing. When she got up to get a drink, I swooped in and stole her seat as if I didn't know it was special and started flirting with the announcer through body language. Crossed legs, paying my full attention to him, fluttering eyelids, eye contact, the whole nine yards. The girl came back but I guess felt too shy or embarrassed to ask for her seat back, so she stayed standing. The announcer nearly tripped over his words because of me, so I think I was succeeding, until they called for volunteers for the show.
Three girls were picked and went up by the piano and they had to sing a verse to this song. The first girl did well, though her mic was quiet. We all clapped and laughed.
The second girl, though, was not prepared to be singing. She was nervous and scared and quiet. But she had a great voice when we got to hear a word or two loud enough. So I clapped for her and cheered her on, the only person in the room making a sound, and I felt like I was kind of giving away my position and it was a little embarrassing, but I didn't care, because if I could encourage her to have confidence, she would excel. She did get louder and everyone heard how great she was, and they loved her. I was proud.
But the third girl, my goodness. She brought us to tears. She sang a song in a very Glee-style, and it had the word bitch in it like six times...but I think it's a real song. It was powerful and moving. And I woke up when she finished.
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