OK, so I had this crazy dream last night and I am totally perplexed at how my brain came up with it. It was just so out there in Bizarro World which shouldn't be surprising since I feel like I'm living in Bizarro World most of the time... but this was REALLY out there.
Here it is:
All of a sudden I'm on this stage where my friend, Kerrie, is getting ready to put on this play about the Brady Bunch. Now the fact that it's about the Brady Bunch doesn't surprise me at all seeing as how Kerrie has loved everything Brady since practically birth. What did surprise me was that Kerrie was directing this play. For those of you who don't know Kerrie, she tends to be a tad shy and doesn't usually put herself in the position of, oh I don't know, say, directing a play.
(Side Note: The Brady Bunch movie came out when I was in college and don't think Kerrie didn't make several of us dress up as the kids and go. I'm really not sure why, but I got assigned to be Greg. I wore some bellbottoms that were my mom's when she was in high school. No lie, we actually did this - it's not a part of the dream.)
So, I'm on this stage with tons of people and it turns out that the play is tonight. This is the first I've heard about it and I'm supposed to be Jan. (Really, Jan? And of course, Kerrie cast herself as Marcia.) Well, obviously, it doesn't occur to me to be worried about my lines, I'm more concerned with the fact that I don't have an outfit and my hair is not blonde. I guess I'm assuming that this would be the later years where they do the little novelty shows and I can wing it.
Anyway, the blonde hair was a BIG issue in this dream, so my siser-in-law and I head to Wal-Mart to buy some yellow and white spray paint so we can mix up a nice color to spray on my hair. We got back, the play is starting, no time to do my hair and I have no outfit. I do find a bag on the floor that has some jeans that miraculously fit except that they are about 2 inches to short (not good in the bellbottom era) and this shirt that I can't even describe.
Then the panic sets in - I don't know my lines! - it's not a novelty show! - I can't find a script! - my heart is beating faster and faster - the audience is huge - and then I wake up.
The dream was SO vivid. What could possibly made my brain think that up and impose it on my dear, sweet brain that wanted to be dreaming about laying out by a pool with a brand new book???
So.... my wonderful internet friends... can you please interpret this dream for me???