D-Dey
01-27-2004, 01:59 PM
Not as weird as the one I mentioned a few months ago, but still fairly odd. I had this one night last month, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to mention it for reasons I'll explain later.
I was an extra on the set of "Less Than Perfect," with a few lines, but my character was about to play an important role in an upcoming episode. A new flaky, and possibly educably ******** female trainee(don't ask me who played her character, because I have no idea) was being tested for a permanent position on the 22nd Floor. After Owen and Ramona brought her there to introduce her to Claude, she introduced the woman-child to all the staff(regular cast and extras). I was leaning on the floor putting office supplies in a cabinet, when the trainee suddenly started whispering my character's name and running her finger along the side of my exposed stomach. The three main characters stood over flabergasted at the girl's obvious infatuation with me. By the end of this routine, Claude and the girl were walking off-stage discussing make-up tips with each other for her inevitable date with me that night...or sometime this week, or whenever it was supposed to take place. All I know is that the dream ended after that scene.
When I woke up, I was severly constipated for some odd reason.
I was an extra on the set of "Less Than Perfect," with a few lines, but my character was about to play an important role in an upcoming episode. A new flaky, and possibly educably ******** female trainee(don't ask me who played her character, because I have no idea) was being tested for a permanent position on the 22nd Floor. After Owen and Ramona brought her there to introduce her to Claude, she introduced the woman-child to all the staff(regular cast and extras). I was leaning on the floor putting office supplies in a cabinet, when the trainee suddenly started whispering my character's name and running her finger along the side of my exposed stomach. The three main characters stood over flabergasted at the girl's obvious infatuation with me. By the end of this routine, Claude and the girl were walking off-stage discussing make-up tips with each other for her inevitable date with me that night...or sometime this week, or whenever it was supposed to take place. All I know is that the dream ended after that scene.
When I woke up, I was severly constipated for some odd reason.