Talk Show

My dream last night was about me being on a talk show called the USWR. Let me give you some background about why I might be dreaming of the USWR. First of all, I'm still in school and there's this thing called the University Skills Writing Requirement that's been bugging me. I feel like I've taken enough English classes, so I'm going to try and take this test so I don't have to take any more English courses. Anyway, for some reason I keep thinking USWR. USWR. USSR. USWR. I'm going to USWR. To the USSR. The home. The home page on the website. OK, I got it, damn it. I went to the school library the other day to set up an appointment to take this writing skills test and the people there are so quick to say, "There's information online and you can go to the homepage and do everything there." No one wants to talk anymore. I don't understand why I couldn't make an appointment face to face. I was right there. Anyway, so yeah. Besides the annoying fact that people generally want NOT to talk to you and they send you away to a website now, I have been visiting the USWR home to get information. USWR looks so much like USSR to me that THAT right there bugs me. Whatever.

Anyhoo, my dream went like this: I was walking up Bush street in San Francisco. It was the evening and I could see the cement sparkling from the street lights. I walked and passed the door to the local television show called USWR. I decided to take a peek inside so I turned the knob to the door and went in.

Inside was a simple room that was decorated top to bottom with white and black furnishings. It reminded me of a checkerboard. It was a talk show about food so the stage was set up like a kitchen. The cabinets were black and the walls were white. And I remember this huge chandelier up at the top that was made of pretty crystals and it was all sparkly. There's about fifteen or twenty people in the audience facing the stage, waiting. They were all dressed in only black and white, too. Business jackets. Trench coats. Leather. Long hair. Short hair. The occasional ponytail. Not sure why I would remember those details, but there you go.

Only two rows of people. It wasn't set up like your typical television show audience. It was like a cafeteria. Definitely not your school cafeteria, but a nice one. Maybe it was more like a bar. Everyone was sitting on these tall bar stools with their elbows on these super white and glossy counters. The bar stools were chrome.

In came these two male twins. They were very good looking and they looked like they worked out in a gym--a lot. In my dream I was searching for the right word in my lexicon and I settled on  the word "chiseled." Does that work? Mmmkay, anyway they start prancing their way in as an introduction with white lacy tutus and a wands with silver stars at the end made of sequins. They were half naked and I didn't mind.

They danced to the back of the showroom and stopped with their backs and palms flat against the wall. I guess I stopped looking at their abs because I could see that they had curly, red hair to their shoulders. The attraction disappeared. I guess I don't like curly, red hair even though in real life I don't really mind it. Strange.

Through the same door a swarm of black and yellow bees came marching in following the exact path the twins came in on. Soon the twins were covered in the bees. I guess it was part of their intro because soon the bees flew away leaving no marks on the twins' chiseled bodies. More strangeness. People were clapping and the show began.

That's all folks.