Weird Devil Wears Prada Dream

[onefrabjousday]

I had the strangest dream last night. I was the personal assistant of Miranda, the top editor of Vogue from the Devil Wears Prada (or whatever names are real) only I was actually successful, so she was relying on me to open a show in a new venue that we hadn't used before, which was an old Rococo opera house. The thing was, none of my friends knew I was the assistant because I had kept it a secret and never mentioned my job to anyone, so when a few of them showed up they were not only surprised to see me there, but they didn't think I was there for the super-exclusive fashion show, especially since I hadn't dressed yet and was still running around in my powder blue snow parka that I have right now. So I had these bags in my hands, filled with haute couture clothing that I was running to one of the dressing rooms, and I see on stage left in the audience in the seventh or eighth aisle two neighbours I used to play with in NJ, KS and JS, only they weren't the age they are now, they were the age I remember them. They were waving and KS was waving his Nintendo DS (pink with white Swarovski gems embedded) at me, thinking I was in the audience and was going to be bored. I told him "Oh, that's okay" and headed backstage, whereupon they said that Miranda had handed the whole thing off to me as a kind of grooming exercise, and that I would be making the presentations. I made my preparations, and paused to wonder what my friends would think when they saw me up there, and then I woke up.

I looked fabulous though, once I'd changed into my real clothes.

So when I got up this morning I was still in a haze and I actually put some effort into my appearance, and when I got to school people asked me if I had an interview because I looked nice.