Dream Weaver

I had a dream where I was on some show that was kind of like Project Runway, but the judging area was a really nice pool ala MTV’s spring break sets or something. 

However, instead of staying in a cool house, I drove my old 95’ Toyota Camry to and from the show.  Apparently, the set was actually in my hometown, because that’s where I was staying.

I don’t know why, but everyone on the show had a coke problem or something, because I’d come home every day to my parents house with this comically large bag of blow and have to hide it from them.  Finally, one day (the dream actually occurred over multiple days, somehow), they found it, but were cool with it, and even did a few lines with me.  I was kind of weirded out, but mostly I just thought “Well, that could have gone way worse.”

Anyway, back to the competition.  There was one cute girl who I was kinda crushin on who looked like this girl I knew from undergrad.  She had a boyfriend, though, “back home”, so I wasn’t too worried about it.  There was also this one really handsome guy contestant who was kinda a loudmouth, but all the girls on the show loved him, including the girl I was into.  However, I figured it was best to stay out of the whole situation, and really the spotlight entirely, since I wasn’t actually good at making clothes. 

In fact, my entire strategy for the show was to make the easiest, least-fuck-up-able garment possible and hope that someone else would swing for the fences and make something really awful in the name of being the star.  Well, apparently this was a pretty good strategy.  I somehow made it pretty deep into the competition.  So far, in fact, that the heartthrob dude got eliminated because he tried to make something really silly (I wish I could remember exactly what).

After the handsome dude got eliminated, the girl I was into was suddenly fawning over me.  She kept, like, laying in my lap when we were sitting down and putting her head on my shoulder.  There was one other guy left, and he seemed pretty jealous about all that.  I guess by now I had forgotten that she had a boyfriend or maybe I forgot the part of the dream where she dumped him or he died in a fiery car crash or something.

So, yea.  Things were cool.  We were just hangin out on the show, hoping the viewing public was falling in love with out budding romance.  However, this was a reality show, and disaster soon struck.  Cute girl, who was actually pretty good at making clothes, got eliminated on a fluke by one of the judges who clearly had a personal vendetta against her.  I felt kind of bad since I basically didn’t care about the competition (and wasn’t even good at it).  She tasked me with winning the show for her and getting her revenge.  I was like, “Yea! OK!” but in my head I was like, “Uh oh.”

Mercifully, Mabel jumped on my head about this time and woke me up before I had the chance to reveal myself as a fake and kind of a jerk and possibly a homewrecker.  Mabel saves the day again.