The dream police, they live inside of my bed. The dream police, they come to me in my head.
I had a rather unpleasant dream the other night that made me realize that perhaps I need to turn the television off every now and then. Thanks to the oversaturation of Harry Potter and Burlesque commercials currently airing I dreamed that Cher and Voldemort had teamed up to kill me for whatever reason. I don't remember specifics, just that it was definitely Cher and Voldemort coming after me. I do remember a distinct lack of Christina Aguilera, which I'm sure was my subconscious' intent. I just could not care less about her.
While I had no intention of seeing Burlesque to begin with, I'm definitely not seeing it now after Cher's imaginary murderous turn. I expect that sort of thing from Voldemort, but Cher? No, no, it's just not right.
While I had no intention of seeing Burlesque to begin with, I'm definitely not seeing it now after Cher's imaginary murderous turn. I expect that sort of thing from Voldemort, but Cher? No, no, it's just not right.