Random celebrity dream...
So switch842 is kind enough to share her weird celebrity dreams with us, so I thought I'd share one I had awhile back...
I was going to see a high school play with some friends. The place was effing huge, it was like the royal albert hall of high school auditoriums. I happen to have a major inferiority complex when it comes to high school drama. My schools drama program consisted of the money we made from the previous productions ticket sales, and our 'auditorium' (or 'audion' as we called it, for some reason that I've never figured out). so, basically, our sets were made out of paper, and we scavenged our 'costumes' from thrift stores.
So we're in this multi-million dollar theater watching this amazing production (it's not a play so much as a string of musical/dramatic pieces, and I'm just burnt about the whole thing, like always. So, I look over, and there's Levar Burton of all people. I'm mad at Levar Burton (he knows what he did), and I look at him like I recognize him. And he kinda looks back at me, but not in a good way. So I decide to ignore him to avoid...ugliness...
So we're watching this play, and the time comes to close the show, and i 'remember' suddenly that my grandmother is the one who gets to do it. She she's escorted down the aisle by none other than David Duchovny. (I know it's him because he feels compelled to annouce it "Excuse me, I'm David Duchovny). I have my issues with him as well, but as far as I can see he's treating my grandma like royalty (like she deserves), so he's cool with me.
My grandma was dressed in this garish old-school hollywood dress (which she totally ROCKED btw), and she got up there and made some stirring speech, and the show closed.
The End.
I was going to see a high school play with some friends. The place was effing huge, it was like the royal albert hall of high school auditoriums. I happen to have a major inferiority complex when it comes to high school drama. My schools drama program consisted of the money we made from the previous productions ticket sales, and our 'auditorium' (or 'audion' as we called it, for some reason that I've never figured out). so, basically, our sets were made out of paper, and we scavenged our 'costumes' from thrift stores.
So we're in this multi-million dollar theater watching this amazing production (it's not a play so much as a string of musical/dramatic pieces, and I'm just burnt about the whole thing, like always. So, I look over, and there's Levar Burton of all people. I'm mad at Levar Burton (he knows what he did), and I look at him like I recognize him. And he kinda looks back at me, but not in a good way. So I decide to ignore him to avoid...ugliness...
So we're watching this play, and the time comes to close the show, and i 'remember' suddenly that my grandmother is the one who gets to do it. She she's escorted down the aisle by none other than David Duchovny. (I know it's him because he feels compelled to annouce it "Excuse me, I'm David Duchovny). I have my issues with him as well, but as far as I can see he's treating my grandma like royalty (like she deserves), so he's cool with me.
My grandma was dressed in this garish old-school hollywood dress (which she totally ROCKED btw), and she got up there and made some stirring speech, and the show closed.
The End.