My dream life of late has been disappointing. I used to be able to recall a lot of my dreams. They were so vivid. Not so much lately. However, this morning between snoozes on my alarm I was got a welcome surprise, a weird dream with a celebrity in it.
I was walking through a fancy restaurant alone, being shown to my table. I was about to sit down and enjoy the experience of dining in a fancy restaurant. I was really looking forward to my evening of solitude. I was in a great mood and really looking forward to my dining experience. All of the tables were curved booths with high backs, puffy and a little sparkly, like paint on a bass boat, but delightfully muted. The table linens were crispy and bright white. The dishes looked like mother of pearl with a satin-y blue border.
Olivia Wilde, as her character on the TV Show House, Dr. Thirteen came up to me. She had a stethoscope around her neck and was carrying a clipboard. Like the restaurant's seats, her hair also sparkled like the flecked brilliance of a bass boat. She told me that she noticed that I was about to dine alone and didn't want me to. She said that nobody should have to dine alone and she sat down at my table, without asking, just assuming I needed company whether I wanted it or not.
I scowled at her the entire time. Her good intentions ruined my meal.
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