So I had this dream last night. I was trying out for American Idol. And I did so, several times. But each time I did, I came in a different reincarnation of myself. One time, I was this blond chick. Another time, I was a GUY, with long hair, a goatee, wearing a flannel shirt and a snow vest on top. I kinda looked like this guy I knew in middle school, Jeff, who was 16 when we were in 8th grade. Regardless, everyone recognizes me as Meredith, no matter which incarnation I’m in.
I’m on this bus, because that’s how we were all being transported to the auditions. And an old friend of mine from high school sees me and is all, “Hey Mer, you totally look like Jeff!” And I was all, “Yeah, I know. I figured it was an interesting angle to take for the audition.”
And my mom, who is deceased in this dream, is watching this from her angelic cloud and is all, “Ohhhhh no. My baby is going to win and she is going to win as herself!” And all of a sudden, the sun is breaking through the clouds, and there’s that angelic “AHHHHHHHH” noise, and my mom reaches down from the sky, into my 16-year-old-8th-grader body, and YANKS the actual me OUT of the body.
And that’s when I woke up.
Feel free to analyze.