I was the centerpiece of a table for a boy band (you know, like Backdoor boys or N'Stink) and I realized this because I was curled up on the table, but somehow balanced on my ass instead of being on my side.

I kept hearing about their tour plans. They complained a lot. And since I was at the table, I could see how little they actually ate. (It's funny to think that guys are starving themselves to stay attractive, just like the lollipop women in Hollywood.) One of them started whining about the bus.

He kept going on about how cramped he felt and how he wanted to live in a house and have a backyard and crap like that. Another guy responded and said, don't worry about it, when they screw over their manager, they will have enough money to own 20 MANSIONS. Ha... I kept thinking.

Another guy was grabbing for some turkey and asked under his breath for the others to stop bitching. No one seemed to listen. Then their manager walked in. (I could tell it was their manager, because they all stood up from the table and ran to him like they were lost puppies and he was shelter from the rain. They pulled out the chair at the head of the table for him, so he could join them.)

I don't remember too much else about the dream now. Time has elapsed so I am sorry I couldn't write more. I am writing this immediately after I woke up, so I didn't replay it in my head until I was writing it. I think I could have remembered more, but I don't really care to. It was a lame dream, and I know it sounded better in my head then on the screen. Oh, well. Perhaps, I could write about my Madonna dream from last week. It was much more vivid. :)

Carisa