another one

Last night I dreamed that I was in this singing and dancing troupe with my friend P, and we wore these really bright, shiny burgundy ruffled dresses that dream-me liked a lot. It was very Las Vegas meets a 1980s prom. Anyway, despite a few missed rehearsals on my part and lateness to the performance itself, the whole thing went very well. In fact, John McCain saw me perform. Based upon that, he was attracted to me and kept calling my cell phone. I met him someplace, with a bunch of other dreamfriends, and he flirted with me. I wasn't particularly attracted, but I liked having the attention, so I wasn't exactly discouraging him.

My subconscious has a strange, strange sense of humor.