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Dreams like, Woah!
May. 20th, 2006 09:48 amOk, so I slept REALLY well last night, which is unusual for me. Gotta love the feather/down mattress. Anywho, I don't really remember dreaming until this morning, when I do my regular wake-up-30-times-to-check-the-clock-to-see-if-its-time-to-get-up routine. When I do this routine, I normally come out with wacky dreams...but this one was really vivid...
So, for some reason I'm a studio audience watching the Colbert Report...or maybe it wasn't even a studio; I might have just been backstage. Regardless, for some reason Colbert himself comes back to a group of us and starts selecting us to demonstrate some stuff on his show. I distinctly remember him asking whether or not there were any fencers in the crowd. Of course I raise my hand. So, he takes me backstage at the set to get me fixed up with what I assume would be regulation fencing gear. Instead, we pass through what seems to be an entourage of people getting ready for a huge opera in the same complex as we and get to the shoe section. Where he hands me a pair of purple sneakers/dance/running shoes. They basically seemed like a cross between slippers and sneakers. Not good for fencing. I ask him about it and he whisks me away to another part of the studio and for one reason or another we lay down on the floor. He tells me something like, you're a really great person, I read your file! For some reason, I'm only a little freaked out about this, considering that he got my info on the internet. At this point, I'm guessing that I felt more flattered than weirded out. I tell him that I should be warming up/practicing all the while thinking about some subtle and non-fangirlish way of asking for his autograph. Instead, he lays down with me and wraps his arms around me (!), shushing me and telling me we're going to take a nap and then kissing me on my forehead!
What did I do, you ask, gentle reader? I laid on my side with my head against his chest, wrapped my arms around him and napped, of course! What any good fangirl would do if she were propositioned by Stephen Colbert to fence on his show in front of a gaggle of opera goers in totally inappropriate purple shoes and no other regulation gear! *facepalm*
So, for some reason I'm a studio audience watching the Colbert Report...or maybe it wasn't even a studio; I might have just been backstage. Regardless, for some reason Colbert himself comes back to a group of us and starts selecting us to demonstrate some stuff on his show. I distinctly remember him asking whether or not there were any fencers in the crowd. Of course I raise my hand. So, he takes me backstage at the set to get me fixed up with what I assume would be regulation fencing gear. Instead, we pass through what seems to be an entourage of people getting ready for a huge opera in the same complex as we and get to the shoe section. Where he hands me a pair of purple sneakers/dance/running shoes. They basically seemed like a cross between slippers and sneakers. Not good for fencing. I ask him about it and he whisks me away to another part of the studio and for one reason or another we lay down on the floor. He tells me something like, you're a really great person, I read your file! For some reason, I'm only a little freaked out about this, considering that he got my info on the internet. At this point, I'm guessing that I felt more flattered than weirded out. I tell him that I should be warming up/practicing all the while thinking about some subtle and non-fangirlish way of asking for his autograph. Instead, he lays down with me and wraps his arms around me (!), shushing me and telling me we're going to take a nap and then kissing me on my forehead!
What did I do, you ask, gentle reader? I laid on my side with my head against his chest, wrapped my arms around him and napped, of course! What any good fangirl would do if she were propositioned by Stephen Colbert to fence on his show in front of a gaggle of opera goers in totally inappropriate purple shoes and no other regulation gear! *facepalm*
