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June 06, 2003
The Beauty Contest
Yeah, I know I'll get stick for this, but what the hey...
For some reason, in this dream (another of the updated ones I've been having lately - must be the summer reruns!) I'm entering a beauty contest. Don't ask me why, as I have no idea! Of course, I go in and a little (!) work has to be done... (cue an odd clip of Michael Jackson - the Off The Wall/Thriller era one, not the Universal Studios Creature from the Black Lagoon he is becoming - moonwalking in his white suit, shaking his hair so it gets long and ending up looking like his sister) I get the dress ready in my cubicle (a slinky dark purple number that I promise you, wouldn't suit me at all), and while I'm waiting I slip into jeans and a pink jumper (angora?!?), but - bugger - where is the shaver? (Not just for the legs, I fear!) So, I go looking for it... I go outside and it's teeming with rain... and then I awoke, thankfully!
Why all these old dreams are popping up, I'm not sure, but it must be due to this diary being on my mind - soon I'll be reliving the dream where I'm being chased by a creature similar to the Alien, going round and round in an old abandoned factory until I trip it and it falls to its death - an early example of my ability to lucid dream, I think- or the dream where my Mum & Dad leave me in the darkness, and I know a horrible monster is coming to get me (a few dreams later I actually forced myself to turn round, and the monster, while pretty horrible, was friendly - go figure).
Back to this one. No, I'm not gay, and that can sooooo be discounted! The original dream I remember ended about the same place, but not after looking for a shaver - that part probably came from me hunting down my beard trimmer earlier this week (guess what? the bastard thing was where I'd been looking for it!) Why the beauty contest? That has always puzzled me. I mean, I go into the changing rooms as a man, and should come out looking like a woman I suppose... I don't see much of the women though - they are there, and probably undressed, but it certainly isn't that kind of dream. I guess thats the female side of my brain coming out in that as I am trying to be a woman in the dream, I don't see the women in that way (which means I'm not gay in that direction either!!! Male lesbians are just too wierd!) - they are just there, as am I. The reason for the rain is easy to spot - as I awoke from the dream I opened my eyes to see that it was hissing it down outside at 4.30 this morning... so I went straight to sleep again.
Curious how this dream has stayed with me all day, even though I haven't thought about it since I came to write this, and yet the second of the last entry's three dreams buggered off as soon as I woke, leaving the others clear as anything.
Posted by Badgers at June 6, 2003 07:15 PM