Bobby Brown @ MindSay

Oh no!!  If Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown can't make it, what hope is there for the rest of us??

/end sarcasm.

This truly has to be one of the weirdest dreams I have ever had.


It started out in the gym at my high school where me and the drama class from this past year were doing busy work. Only weird thing was that, not only was it the drama class, but it was also the rest of my grade as well.

So there we are, doing busy work. I'm pissed off, because Mrs. Stephens once again failed to teach us anything. Apparently, from what I rmember about the dream, the busy work was remembering quotes and stuff from movies.

So there we are doing work, when I look around, and we're now inside of a house doing work. And now, it's my drama class and the people who went on the New York Trip. And instead of Mrs. Stephens teaching the class, it's Mr. Sell.

Once again, shortly after, I look around and we're now in the woods. There's a cabin to the right of me. I remember that someone (a graduate from a couple years ago) came by. I'm not sure who it was, but I just know that whoever they were, they were an SF alumni. Anders and him stand up from the benches that we were at (we were working on benches) and he and the graduate go to play in the mud. Everybody stands up and moves around them to see them, but I stay seated. Mr. Sell gets up and makes them get out of the mud (even though they were never in it, but were about to get in it). Then Mr. Sell asks Anders where the graduate guy is. Anders said that he is sleeping. Then, the graduate guy walks out of the cabin and acts like he just woke up, and walks off.

So everybody sits back down to get to work, when Mr. Sell tells Anders that he (Anders) got a parking ticket for several thousand dollars. The reason: He parked wrong. Then, this lady (I still have no idea who it is) tells me about how one of her friends got a ticket for that too when she circled around a coldasac and parked on the side of the sidewalk.

Yea...anyways, for some reason, we all realize that Michael Jackson lives in the cabin (which is now not a cabin, but a small, one story blue house). So we're all crowding around it, when I realize that I can get in through the door. Why nobody else could, I'm not sure. So I'm in the Jackson house, and I'm trying to hide from Michael. But he spots me, and I wave to him. He waves back and asks me "Where did you come from, little one?" To which I respond, in a deep, manly voice "I'm older than you think." After that, Michael turns into Oprah. Yea. weird. He puts flowers onto this table, and then tries to barracde the door with the table, but when he...I mean she...tries to pick it up, it falls on top of her and rolls over. Out of nowhere my cousin drops in and we start watching TV with Oprah and Michael Jackson (who somehow came back). Then, two kids come running in and jump onto the sofa where Michael and Oprah are.

This is when it starts to get weird. Me and Cliff get an idea that would be funny, so we release deer into the living room. The deer crap on everything. We then get the deer to jump out of the window, and we follow behind. But apparently, my mind has Whitney Houston confused with Oprah, because Oprah warns that her husband, Bobby Brown, is gonna be mad when he sees the mess we made. So I climb back in. Bobby Brown is in there, but he's only mad at Cliff. I look out the window, and Cliff is on a blue, with polka-dotted green spots, phone apologizing to Bobby Brown. Cliff then climbs back in and sits down with Michael Jackson, Bobby Brown, and Oprah, and plays video games. I walk into the other room and look around. My dad, grandpap, uncle, and my aunt are all in the room. The room is dark, and they are watching a TV show. For some reason, the volume is really low, and when I tell my dad to turn it up, the louder it goes, the more distorted the sound gets.

I then walk back into the other room, and Cliff asks me to switch a copy of Sonic Advance 2 (which is now conveniently on a PS2 disc) with Psi-Ops 2. So I go back into the other room searching for Psi-Ops 2, and finally find it. When I find it, my dream ends.


Yea. Everything above is exactly the way I remember it from my dream.

Much love and God bless,
-Alex

I am predicting that this train wreck (which airs on the Bravo network this Thursday night at 10 pm) will be the greatest reality show ever. From picking up Whitney on her last day in rehab to using Preperation H to ease the swelling under his eyes from a late night of partying to Mr. Brown manually loosening up Whitney's constipated nether regions, this is going to be awesomely bad.