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and now for something far less grown-up
By beth | September 29, 2008
Friends, I have had…another dream.
I was riding in a taxi, which seemed to be a normal-enough-sized taxi, except there were about eight people in it. There was the driver, someone riding shotgun, a blonde girl standing between them (on the gearshift, presumably), and then in the back, there was a girl from Alabama, DLF, me, my old college roommate Becky, and at least one other girl. I feel like there may have been two others in the backseat, but they didn’t do anything, so I can’t be sure of their presence at all.
Well, Becky was dressed all in blue because she had been to a few different places that day, all of which had blue as one of their major colors. I think at least one of the places she’d been was a restaurant of some sort whose sign was blue. When she explained it in the dream, it made sense even if DLF and I did think it was rather high school of Becky to color-coordinate with her daily places of business.
Anyhoe, Becky, DLF and I were on our way to a bar that was having some kind of event (otherwise, it would only really make sense for Becky to be going). I don’t know what the event was, but we were looking forward to it. The other cab passengers were also headed to bars, but those of a radically different sort from the one where we planned on spending the evening. These girls (the blonde in the front seat, the Alabaman and the other girl) were more of the stereotypical sorority variety. They were all dolled up in their going-out gear, and they were ready to par-tay.
DLF and I were trying to talk to the Alabaman, but Southern as we are, we could not understand a word she said. I’m pretty sure she was more of a…physical communicator anyway, though, because all of a sudden, a popular club song came on the radio, and the three girls (Blondie, ‘Bama, and Other Girl) stood up in the cab and commenced to dancing VERY inappropriately. Well, it was all DLF and I could do to contain ourselves. I thought we might explode from holding in the laughter. It was just that ridiculous a sight. And the poor cabbie couldn’t see for the blonde undulating in his face. He kept having to push her aside and lean over to see around her.
The end.
Topics: fashion, dancing, music, not normal, friends, sleep/dreams |