my friends, their moms, and me

I had a dream a few nights ago. After the dream I woke and thought to myself, "Now that's a dream I should remember." I then promptly forgot the dream until now.

I started to write out the long version, but I won't bore you with it.

The short version: I was competing in a reality show (mix "The Amazing Race" and "The Apprentice"). I stopped off to take advantage of a Clinique sale at the mall. Where the Clinique woman--who happened to be l42's mom--said that they didn't sell toner at this mall and I'd have to go across town. (Note for the guys: Toner is the second part in most women’s three-step skin care regimes. It comes after the cleanser and before the moisturizer. So the idea that this one item would not be stocked is ridiculous.)

I bought something and hurried away to continue on with my mission. I ended up in this Halloween-like town, where I was told to put on my costume for the final judging. I didn't remember to bring my costume. Big-Bold-D was talking to his mom on the phone. I knew she was going to be coming to see the final judging, so I begged him to ask her to bring toilet paper and tape. I used these items to make a wedding dress in the few short minutes I had. I looked a bit like the corpse bride.

I don't remember who won. Not that it mattered; the competition was obviously rigged.

And, yeah, this was the short version.