Again, this one isn't post-apocalyptic but it is very funny. And a little bit weird. But that's how all my dreams are.
Amanda and I are in a qualifying round for the Miss America pagent. The problem is, it's at the same time as Les Mis rehearsal. Conveniently, the qualifying round is being held in the hall right next to the auditorium, so we're able to go back and forth between the two. After sitting in the back of the auditorium painting giant ballons with sparkly paint and then letting them loose to fly up to the ceiling, Amanda and I head over to the hall. When we're there, there is a line of prom dress clad girls heading through a door. We follow. Beyond the unassuming door is an escalator that leads us to a ritzy hotel lobby/restaurant where we're offered all kinds of delectable food. There are a lot of windows and waiter/butler men in suits carring trays, bags, lists, etc. It's very classy and posh. Amanda and I look and feel very out of place in our casual school attire but are more occupied with the majesty of the place.
There was also something about the Hale brothers being there, but I don't remember that part. Anyway, that's where it ends.
interesting. im the sort of guy that think dreams mean something.
ReplyDelete(line) i luv pricess bride. its a legendary fav in my family.
(line) if anyone, you are the youngest person i know that i would consider able to stand in a fancy smancy restaurant and be just as classy and in her element as the queen of england. you have a classiness about you... Out of place. pshhhhh!