So last night I drempt that:
Karla and I went to a fashion show and the judges were trying to find someone to be "The girl in the sparkly red dress" at a NASCAR event in Disneyworld. None of the models would do so they checked the audience and they picked (gasp!) me! To wear something like this:
I looked surprisingly awesome. (Good job, subconscious!) I felt like hot stuff. They did my hair & makeup and I was very Vana White. The unfortunate part was that it was NASCAR so I was surrounded by well... NASCAR fans. This one very large man was standing next to me when he decided to smoke a joint. He said it was "European" and that it was totally awesome, except that it makes the ladies ovulate like crazy.
You'd better believe that I stole that man's stash! Me, who's never even smoked a cigarette in real life! Yup. I'm desperate. All the way down to my subconscious. ;)