The Beauty Within

I just had a long ass dream, the multiple parts kind that I love.  I haven’t had those in the longest time, so it was quite enjoyable.

I don’t remember everything, but the parts I do remember is awesome.

1.  I was at some party/event, sitting in a long table.  Basically, everyone had already gotten their steak and was chomping down on it, and I haven’t.  The 2 guys that were in charge, Phil and Darren (in my dreams, they are always lumped together), were sitting like 3/4 seats down from me.  So I pulled out my pink post-it notes (I have pink post-it notes in my lab coat, so perhaps that’s why I pulled them out), wrote something like, “I haven’t gotten my steak.  Can you go check on it?” and gave it to Phil.  He started laughing, showed it to Darren, and ripped the note up.  I was like, whaaa… excuse me, but that’s your reaction?

I wanted to just give them a beat down, but before this sequence of dream started, there was something about being quiet and what not at the dinner table.  So instead of yelling and beating them up, I huffed and puffed my chests a few times, got up, and left.

2.  This sort of leads to the second cool part.  I basically ran downstairs toward this open market or open mall (ala Century City?), except with more cart vendors and much cooler architectural design.  I passed by stores like Victoria Secret, L’occitane, and they were all having huge sales!  Then I saw some Clinique poster featuring a gorgeous purple pallet, and this hugely famous make up artist/photographer named Francois  somethingoranother taking pictures of this dance group.  It was weird alright.  Anyhow, another photographer went to take pictures, and he sat down next to me.  I kept watching the dancing and picture taking, as was Francois SOA.  When it finished, he turned to look at me, and proclaimed, “you are gorgeous!  I must do your face!”  He took me running around this shopping center toward I guess his store.  The store was closed, and they were doing a glamor photoshoot inside, but what did that matter to Francois SOA.  He expertly applied gorgeous make up on me, and took a ton of pictures.

3.  I then decided to go home, but there were a lot of cars in front of my house because people haven’t left from the party yet.  This is where my dream has a continuity problem - the party was on a second floor of the shopping center, and now it’s at my home?  My parents also were not present at the dining event, so wtf?

Anyhow, I saw that my dad, who was uberly pissed at me for walking away and “making a huge scene” at the party, was outside sending guests away.  So I drove around the circle (my house is located not on a block, but a circle), and stopped my car somewhere in the back where I could still kind of see what was going on.  My “neighbor” knocked on my window, and told me some stuff that I don’t remember, THEN, she said that my make up was beautiful.

My mom eventually saw me, and I had to go face my dad and my sisters.  I tried explaining to them what Phil and Darren had done, but they would hear none of it.  It was then I noticed a poster or flyer with Francois SOA on it, so I was like, “hey do you guys know who this is?”  Of course everyone knew, so I told them that while I was gone, he did my make up and took pictures.

There were more to the dream, but I don’t remember them.  =P