dreams: November 11, 1998
I'm only pretending to be FIRM
Phoebe and Troy are listening to a recording of a musical group
that they both really like. They're standing up, dancing, getting
down with the groove.
The band is now visiting here. Their name is "FIRM." Everyone's
totally excited to see them. They are now across the room from
me. I don't really like them; they just don't do much for me. But I
feel pulled to go meet them anyway. How could I pass up this opportunity
to meet famous people and get their autographs? Then I'd be able to tell
my friends that I met them.
So I walk over and stand with the group. There is a young black
man who is a member of the band; I stand next to him. I put my arm
around him and pose for the cameras. There are a bunch of people in
front of us, facing us (me and the band, posing). Flashes of light are
going off. Everyone is snapping photos of us.
The man asks me something about who I am and what I do. I tell
him a little white lie, pretending to be someone I'm not.
Later, I need to take a shower. I'm near many showers, but they're
all being used. They have mauve curtains. I want a shower.
- FIN -