§ Godfather, Broken Glass, Staircases and Bond -- James Bond.
This one occured last June 23. Celebrity studded, I tell you.
I - The Godfather.
The dream started as I was lying on my stomach, on my bed, and looking through an old toy box of trinkets: it had hair accessories and fake make-up for little girls. However, it would seem as if my mom would've exchanged the fake for real ones.
The lipstick in its classic white and gold container was very old and smelled bad already, and was of an ugly phushia color. However, the black bottle containing liquid eyeshadow (in a pale peachy, sandy, glittery color) still had a shelf life 'til 2009. I decided to apply some on my inner elbow to test for allergies.
I rolled onto my back and my grandmother came along, holding a scalpel, telling me it was time for my routine surgery. The reason for the creepy operation (sans anaesthetics) escapes me, but she told me that it would hurt more since I've grown fatter than before.
I rolled back onto my tummy and found a picture of the current James Bond actor -- D.C. Dream Knowledge told me to go find him, since he was my godfather.
II - Broken Glass and Staircases.
I then found myself walking into this posh hotel, with fancy glass, black metalworks and crawling plants. I was wearing a sleek black dress going down to my calves, black heels, and a brown and black fur wrap around my shoulders. I went up to the kitchen and came across several of my favorite British actors come out in their white smoking jackets and black pants holding machine guns -- they had just finished a mission. I then met up with D.G., and he told me that he was expecting me.
We went up a spiraling staircase -- a tall glass tower overlooking the entrance of the hotel -- him several steps ahead of me. At the top, he met a famous African-American actress -- H.B. -- and protected her from the sudden shattering of several glass panels.
When the havoc was done, he motioned me to the top platform, introduced me to H.B., and told me to look down. Apparently, a navy blue station wagon fell on top of the hotel's entrance.
III - Bond -- James Bond.
D.G. then lead us ladies into a lovely white room with a flowing cocktail table, a wispy stage and a small audience. We were supposed to watch a stand-up comedy act by a popular teen actress, L.L. (who was then in her healthy plump shape and flowing red hair, and was wearing a lovely white gown.); D.G. and I sat at the front row as the entertainer was introduced.
However, L.L. proved to be a disappointment, since her introductory lines ("Wow! Everyone looks so beautiful here! And that's coming from pretty eyes like mine!") so lame, that the host said, "Honey, I know you can do better than that."
I leaned my head on D.G.'s shoulder and closed my eyes. I then felt him kissing my forehead. I also felt his apprehensions, "What am I doing? I'm her godfather, for crying out loud!" But I just smiled and kept my eyes closed, until his lips met mine.
We shared languorous kisses, oblivious of the act on the stage, until my dream ended shortly after.
I - The Godfather.
The dream started as I was lying on my stomach, on my bed, and looking through an old toy box of trinkets: it had hair accessories and fake make-up for little girls. However, it would seem as if my mom would've exchanged the fake for real ones.
The lipstick in its classic white and gold container was very old and smelled bad already, and was of an ugly phushia color. However, the black bottle containing liquid eyeshadow (in a pale peachy, sandy, glittery color) still had a shelf life 'til 2009. I decided to apply some on my inner elbow to test for allergies.
I rolled onto my back and my grandmother came along, holding a scalpel, telling me it was time for my routine surgery. The reason for the creepy operation (sans anaesthetics) escapes me, but she told me that it would hurt more since I've grown fatter than before.
I rolled back onto my tummy and found a picture of the current James Bond actor -- D.C. Dream Knowledge told me to go find him, since he was my godfather.
II - Broken Glass and Staircases.
I then found myself walking into this posh hotel, with fancy glass, black metalworks and crawling plants. I was wearing a sleek black dress going down to my calves, black heels, and a brown and black fur wrap around my shoulders. I went up to the kitchen and came across several of my favorite British actors come out in their white smoking jackets and black pants holding machine guns -- they had just finished a mission. I then met up with D.G., and he told me that he was expecting me.
We went up a spiraling staircase -- a tall glass tower overlooking the entrance of the hotel -- him several steps ahead of me. At the top, he met a famous African-American actress -- H.B. -- and protected her from the sudden shattering of several glass panels.
When the havoc was done, he motioned me to the top platform, introduced me to H.B., and told me to look down. Apparently, a navy blue station wagon fell on top of the hotel's entrance.
III - Bond -- James Bond.
D.G. then lead us ladies into a lovely white room with a flowing cocktail table, a wispy stage and a small audience. We were supposed to watch a stand-up comedy act by a popular teen actress, L.L. (who was then in her healthy plump shape and flowing red hair, and was wearing a lovely white gown.); D.G. and I sat at the front row as the entertainer was introduced.
However, L.L. proved to be a disappointment, since her introductory lines ("Wow! Everyone looks so beautiful here! And that's coming from pretty eyes like mine!") so lame, that the host said, "Honey, I know you can do better than that."
I leaned my head on D.G.'s shoulder and closed my eyes. I then felt him kissing my forehead. I also felt his apprehensions, "What am I doing? I'm her godfather, for crying out loud!" But I just smiled and kept my eyes closed, until his lips met mine.
We shared languorous kisses, oblivious of the act on the stage, until my dream ended shortly after.
Labels: black, celebrities, fur, glass, green, hotel, kiss, stage, white
† 10:18
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