My brain is a bit odd.
Ok, so as weird celebrity-filled dreams go, that one was pretty frakking weird.
Last night I dreamed that I was a contestant on Strictly Come Dancing, only my partner, rather than being the rather dishy James Jordan, as I might have hoped, was in fact my mother. Granted, she's a very good dancer, but not quite their standard! Fortunately the only dancing in the dream was the two of us in the practice studio trying to choreograph some sort of rock and roll routine. It was pretty dire.
The weird celebrity-ness happened when the dream jumped to directly before the show. I was eating dinner in a restaurant with my mum and someone else, and Russel Brand and Omid Djalili were on the table next to us - they were going to be in the audience.
For some reason, my role in the dance routine was that of an aloof diva, so I'd decided to get into character early to prepare, and practice on the waitor. It was ok, because he was a fiend (and may well have been Greg Wallace, from Masterchef), so I knew he'd understand and play along. However, the comedians on the next table weren't in on it, obviously, and after I'd been rude to the waitor (gesticulating rather than deigning to speak to him) I heard Brand telling Omid how disgusting my behaviour was.
I was devastated that the two men would now have a terrible opinion of me, so I set out to track them down in the studio after dinner. I couldn't find Omid, but I caught up with Brand, who didn't really want to talk to me (understandable, considering the behaviour he'd witnessed), but I got him to stay long enough to hear me out. Once he knew that I wasn't really a diva bitch, Brand was very sweet and friendly and I got a hug.
Fortunately I woke before having to dance in public. Thank God.
Well, I say 'woke up': I somehow managed to either not set my alarm last night, or turn it off while asleep, and
moose_biscuit woke me at 7.20 - I have to leave the house not much after 7.25 to catch my 7.33 bus to work. By some miracle I got out of the house at 7.30 and the bus was running a couple of minutes late, so I was at the bus stop in time to catch it at 7.35 - and I hadn't even run, because I was sure I'd missed it and would have to get the next one.
Anyway, very odd dream. I'm sure it means something. My deep-seated need for others' approval, or something. I have no idea why the others in the dream were Russel Brand and Omid Djalili, though.
Last night I dreamed that I was a contestant on Strictly Come Dancing, only my partner, rather than being the rather dishy James Jordan, as I might have hoped, was in fact my mother. Granted, she's a very good dancer, but not quite their standard! Fortunately the only dancing in the dream was the two of us in the practice studio trying to choreograph some sort of rock and roll routine. It was pretty dire.
The weird celebrity-ness happened when the dream jumped to directly before the show. I was eating dinner in a restaurant with my mum and someone else, and Russel Brand and Omid Djalili were on the table next to us - they were going to be in the audience.
For some reason, my role in the dance routine was that of an aloof diva, so I'd decided to get into character early to prepare, and practice on the waitor. It was ok, because he was a fiend (and may well have been Greg Wallace, from Masterchef), so I knew he'd understand and play along. However, the comedians on the next table weren't in on it, obviously, and after I'd been rude to the waitor (gesticulating rather than deigning to speak to him) I heard Brand telling Omid how disgusting my behaviour was.
I was devastated that the two men would now have a terrible opinion of me, so I set out to track them down in the studio after dinner. I couldn't find Omid, but I caught up with Brand, who didn't really want to talk to me (understandable, considering the behaviour he'd witnessed), but I got him to stay long enough to hear me out. Once he knew that I wasn't really a diva bitch, Brand was very sweet and friendly and I got a hug.
Fortunately I woke before having to dance in public. Thank God.
Well, I say 'woke up': I somehow managed to either not set my alarm last night, or turn it off while asleep, and
moose_biscuit woke me at 7.20 - I have to leave the house not much after 7.25 to catch my 7.33 bus to work. By some miracle I got out of the house at 7.30 and the bus was running a couple of minutes late, so I was at the bus stop in time to catch it at 7.35 - and I hadn't even run, because I was sure I'd missed it and would have to get the next one. Anyway, very odd dream. I'm sure it means something. My deep-seated need for others' approval, or something. I have no idea why the others in the dream were Russel Brand and Omid Djalili, though.