Dreaming With an Upset Stomach

So I'm sick. :( There's a stomach virus going around, and it hit me this morning when I was about to leave for school. All of the sudden, a wave of nausea hit me, and I ran to the bathroom.

I stayed there for the next 2 hours.

Between fits of upheaval and tears, I laid in my bed pretty much all day, and while I did this, I had a really bizarre dream.I've said it before; I very rarely remember dreams if I even have them at all, but every once in a while - usually induced by delusional sickness or medicine - I get a doozy. I don't remember much about today's dream, but I do have a few odd snippets.

Somehow, I ended up in a competition that was kind of a mix of American Idol and Making the Band. I was trying out for a spot in this "girl group," and one of my friends from NY was involved. Strangely enough, this was not a televised competition. At least, I thought it was strange.

Anyway, the competition is set up through several challenges, and our first one is essentially based on physical appearance. From what I can remember, they had groups of us stand on different platforms with song names on them, and a judge went down the platforms and had us each sing around 8 bars of a song. The challenge was called "The Loose Curl," and the point was to see if we could curl our hair loosely. What this had to do with singing is completely beyond me, but that's neither here nor there. In the end, the judge got over to me, I did this impressive operatic vocalise (I sing opera, ya know. Do you want to hear me sing? Go HERE.) and then broke out into an awesome 8-bar rendition of "Defying Gravity" from the musical Wicked (yes, I am a theatre nerd). Of course, if I were to try this in real life, it would not go as wonderfully, but this was a dream, so perfection was attainable.

The only problem was this: I had apparently missed the "loose curl" memo and wore my hair straight. When I found out that I had messed up, I sprinted to the bathroom and wet my hair a tad, scrunching it like a crazy person before the actual competition. I ended up with a beach wave type hairstyle that looked pretty cute (This, of course, was more reason to believe that this was a dream. My hair, when styled, is never that easy.).

So I competed, sang my heart out, and then I woke up. Woot.

No, I don't know how it ended. Did I progress up the levels to becoming a part of a super group that dominated the music charts? I have absolutely no idea, but I'm sure I looked really cute. hah

Ok. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition has come on, and I must glue myself to the tv and cry for an hour.

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

Dawn Herring said…
Thanks for sharing your dream, Stef. That's what I love about your blog. I can never know what to expect! ;)

Dawn
Sorry you're feeling bad. Everyone seems to be sick this week. :( Hope you get better soon. And that sounds like an awesome dream.
Stef said…
@Dawn - I'm glad I can keep you on your toes! haha

@Roni - I'm feeling a lot better. A bit drained, but better. No more throwing up for me.
dorkvader said…
Awww, I'm sorry Stef! I hate the flu with a burning passion.
ok, so maybe that's being a bit melodramatic, but still.
And thanks for sharing the dream.
With my dreams, I either forget it, or remember bits and pieces, and even then they're so entirely random I wish I didn't.

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