Dream

Over the weekend I woke up with the memory of this bizarre dream I had.

I had been cast to be on a competition reality show, and my agent gave me such short notice, I ended up being late for orientation on the lot.

So I get to the studio for the show, and I find out it is some kind of 'how stylish are you' competition, hosted by Posh Spice.

Whua?

I was two minutes late and even though she wasn't on set, she had heard I was late, and wanted me taken off the show.

Since being late was not my fault, I became livid when the show's producer told me I was no longer on the show.

I lost my shite.

It was about this time that Posh came out of makeup and I made a bee-line over to her and proceeded to chew her out, yell, and basically berated her for being what is wrong with celebrities and pop culture.

So much so, that she burst into tears, and ran crying from the set.

'Uh oh', I thought.

I don't know why I went off on her, I actually didn't mind her when I saw her little 'Coming to America' show.

And why Posh?

I haven't seen or read anything about her recently so why was she in my psyche?

Back to the dream, once she left I realized what I had just done.

My next thought?

'Holy crap, I hope Becks doesn't come kick my ass!'.

Eventually the producer pulled me aside and told me to go wait in a conference room.

I sat there for a long period until the producer and some other show staffers came in.

I thought they were going to have me escorted off the lot in a zip tie, but nope, something else happened.

They stated that there was no way I could be on Posh's show, for obvious reasons, but that I would be perfect for a different show they were beginning to shoot as well.

It was like a Big Brother-type show.

They wanted me to be the rabble-rouser.

I agreed and was all set.

Cut to later, and the dream now has me on the first day of shooting in the house with all the other hamsters.

It sinks in, 'holy crap, what did I get myself in to?'

I really didn't want to have to be fake, and have to play like I am a hot-head for the show.

[I'm really not as long as I have my meds].

I also realized that being cut off from the outside world, stuck with the same people for three months, would potentially cause me to have a nervous breakdown.

On national TV.