last night i dreamed i was hanging out with shania twain. i was hanging out in a building that resembled this old coffee house/bookstore here that was run by hippies and bikers. lol the whole place was painted white. i thought it was ugly. the rooms were oddly shaped. (just like the real place was.) there was a coffee/tea bar in the center of the main room, and when i went up there, i noticed some ppl sitting there talking with shania twain. all of a sudden the place changed to like a saloon type place with the light colored country-style furniture. the barista/bartender lady introduced me to ms. twain. apparently she was going by a pseudonym (dont remember it) so ppl wouldnt swarm her. a bunch of us went to this other place that had karaoke. i met some young guy named mark. he had dark shaggy ear-length hair and was like 17, and he was cool. mark and i went outside and there was a hotdog/cotton candy/lemonade/pizza kiosk like at the state fair. we heard a woman singing across the street; she sounded amazing. we walked over and went in, and sure enough, we recognized ms. twain at the mic. ppl didnt know who she was but were cheering and singing along (she wasnt singing any of her own songs). she finished and ppl were congratulating her and telling her she could be famous. i introduced her to mark, since he obviously had a huge crush on her. we hung out at the bar where everyone was having lemonade or tea. i went to talk to other ppl and then the barista/bartender (the same one from the other place, lol) told us watch when he finds out who she is. hes gonna flip out! sure enough, he did. we all laughed. she went off to do karaoke somewhere else, so mark and i started walking cuz he had to go to work. wendys ... and it was uphill. when we arrived at our destination, suddenly it was a burger king. we talked about how wed met shania twain and how cool it was. he was gonna be late, so he turned to go inside and now it was a mcdonalds LMFAO. we went in. things were weird. a crowd was outside. you knew something bad was gonna happen, like on tv. through the window we saw a woman get shot and fall down. ppl scrambled and mark and i ducked under a booth in the lobby/eating area. i looked up, out the window, and saw a tall bldg across the street. a sniper was in the window aiming down at all of us. mark poked his head up to see if the coast was clear. a shot rang out, broke the glass, and sailed over our heads. i pulled him back down. i told him to hold perfectly still. we waited. the whole place was absolutely silent. we crawled on our bellies to another area inside that provided more cover and hid under the tables along the wall - away from the windows. we heard men talking on two-way radios. the incoming voice on the radio said we have to get rid of them. they know who she is. i got the feeling it was like the mob or somebody and there was some criminal conspiracy going around ms. twain - money laundering or something. the radio man inside the bldg with us was talking to someone else - a young guy about marks age with red hair who looked surprisingly like rupert grint (ron weasley from harry potter). we could see them in the back room. the red haired kid was mopping the floor. he had no idea what was going on - it seems he didnt hear the walkie-talkie conversation happening near him lol. the radio man (his and marks boss) had reddish blond hair. we knew we had to kill this man or escape. we didnt want the young kid to get hurt or killed or taken hostage. we decided to make a break for it. we snuck out, hoping to elude the snipers line of sight. we spotted a dark rolls royce or bentley or something in the parking lot of the snipers bldg. it had dark tinted windows. we couldnt see inside. the driver was standing outside the car and held another radio and was relaying instructions to the sniper. through the side door of the now non-descript burger joint walked shania twain and a bunch of admirers from yet another karaoke session who didnt know her true identity. the sniper and marks boss/radio man were discussing what to do. blissfully unaware of the danger outside, the new crowd applauded as ms. twain made her exit and came out the same door we had gone through. we were hiding in the bushes. the dream changed. i was now shania twain. i was in my small / modest house (yeah right) with really high windows. i was trying to put frilly/gauzey/sheer white curtains up. (something my mom would like, lmfao) to my surprise, i discovered i had magic powers. i could wave my hand and a white curtain would appear. as i brought my hand down, it lengthened to cover the entire window. i was trying to keep the sniper from seeing me inside. obviously, it took several layers of curtains to do this. more nonsensical dream-logic. after i got the curtains placed a few of shanias/my friends came over and we were chatting inside. the place was also painted white and had hardwood floors. (i dont like hardwood floors.) her/my friends were seated on benches that lined the 2 outside walls where the windows were. she/i stood in the middle of the room facing them and chatting. then i woke up. i wonder if i ever wound up getting her autograph? and did mark ever have to go to work?
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 21:39:50 +0000
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