Party Time.

I had a dream last night in which I went to a birthday party for Julia Allison. In the dream, I was a “friend” of hers, and went to the party with other “friends”, but we went primarily to make fun of her. But then she arrived at the party and spent her time hiding in the trees (it was an outdoor party in the park, obvs) and we all started to feel bad for her. Then she came out with a tray of cupcakes and we were like, Yay, Julia! Come eat cupcakes and have fun! But she just went back into hiding.

At some point in the dream, Julia turned into Lindsay Lohan. She kept hiding out, even after all the other party guests had left and my group was cleaning up. Then she emerged, walked over to her big black Escalade, and said to us, “I know why you’re here.” Then she just looked really sad, got into her Escalade, and drove away. And that was the end of the dream.

My morning-after, follow-up thoughts are these:

• Julia and Lindsay are alike in that they are both deeply lonely people, with no one in their lives to give them a reality check. And while they both annoy the shit out of me, I ultimately feel sorry for them and wish them the best with their lives. Which makes me a totally awesome person.
• I have no concept of what an Escalade looks like. In my dream, it was essentially a big pickup truck. I have since Googled the Escalade and yeah. Wrong.
• I should not watch Labor Pains and read Reblogging NonSociety before going to bed. Also, Labor Pains was not nearly as bad as I’d expected. I mean it was terrible, but still a million times better than Georgia Rule.

I also watched Far From Heaven last night, and I won’t even go into the dream I had in which Dennis Haysbert was killed by Julianne Moore’s daughter. I’ll just say that I’m really proud of my subconscious for taking a poignant study of 1950s prejudice and turning into a tabloid cover story.