I had a dream a few days ago that I still can’t get out of my head. Mostly because it is so preposterous. Plus? I have NO idea where it came from.

In the dream I am 20 or maybe 21. And I have the body of a Playboy centerfold — seriously perky, pouty breasts and a tiny yet curvy butt. I look freaking hot! (In other words, nothing like I look in real life.)

Anyway… In the dream I also live in California in a 1920’s type mansion outfitted with lots of beautiful antique furniture. There’s a HUGE kitchen, which has been transformed into a ginormous bar. There’s a big stage with a king-sized bed on it in the center of the dining room. Because I? Am (and this is where, if you knew me, you’d spit out your drink) a burlesque dancer. Yes, in the dream, I dance around slinkily and gyrate my hips wearing skimpy, skimpy things and tease men for money. And the bartender? Is my college sweetheart. In the dream he has very long thick hair pulled back in a pony tail. He’s also very muscle-y. And apparently, we have this little business endeavor together. He’s bouncer/bartender and I’m the “entertainment.” And what’s really screwed up is that the place is PACKED!

I have NO idea where any part of this dream came from. And not a clue as to what it means. But I have to laugh because not one part of the dream is even close to my reality. Anyone care to take a guess as to what this dream means? Anyone have a wierd dream they want to share? Anyone? Anyone?