I had a dream last night. A dream that I just CAN NOT shake. It has been sticking with me throughout my morning, and that is saying a lot, I very rarely remember my dreams.
So here goes...
I dreamt that I was back in school of some sort, and that by some bizarre twist of fate I had wound up in a dance course. For our final project we had to do our own interpretive dance.
I prepared my selection, copying it off of the radio onto a cassette tape, just like the way I secretly taped the 'thong song' back in high school.
I dressed for my performance in a blue t-shirt and (gasp) only a pair of white tights.
When I got up to perform my judges turned out to be Stacey and Clinton from the show What not to Wear. Stacey told me I looked fat in my tights, and Clinton told me my performance was "hard to watch".
Which, had this happened, probably would have been true.
I started to cry in my dream but then my dad showed up and was throwing fruit at Stacey and Clinton.
Then my phone rang, and I woke up.
No? Drat! I told Matt, he said it mean that I have watched too much TLC. Hmph, boys!
OBVIOUSLY this is tied to the cricket incident.