28th
Another one of those dreams
I dreamed that I was at a college dormatory, wandering through some sort of underwear party, when I came across Tom Colicchio (the head judge on Top Chef). Apparently, he decided he wanted to hang out with me, and got on an elevator and hugged me.
We then ended up in some crazy, overly packed, water park, making our way through the lazy river with a hundred other people, holding hands the entire time. At some point, I got pulled into the current and some random, gross redneck tried to grope me. Tom Colicchio did not appreciate that to much, and punched the guy. Chef Tom Colicchio punched a guy in a water park!
The next thing I knew, we were in a house that was apparently one I had been living in. Some old plantation house with all kinds of secret rooms and doors. I wanted to show Tom Colicchio the old slaves’ quarters, but when I opened the door, a party was going on. My bf’s family was there (with a very tiny baby that was not his nephew), and then my best friend’s in-laws were there. I got cake smeared on my face and then introduced Tom Colicchio as “my friend Tom.”
We went exploring the rest of the house (I got lost and couldn’t find my room), and then I suddenly turned next to me and it was no longer Tom Colicchio but one of the interns at my office. She handed me the earrings I let her borrow, and then I woke up.
BIZZARO!
