Saturday, August 21, 2010

Shrinking dresses and other tales from the edge

So I dreamed last night that a friend asked me to come over and talk to her book group.  I love doing that so I, of course, said yes.  I expected about 5 people but when I got there, I found about 100 in this hidden auditorium at the back of her house--complete with pull out bleachers.  I was so surprised when I arrived that I talked about writing and the life of a writer, but I neglected to mention who I was or even mumble the titles of my books.  The million bookmarks I haul from place to place never came out.  AND I thanked them all at the end of the talk and left without signing books.  As I exited I heard a few mumbling, "who was she again?"

The dream then morphed into me stumbling around on the ASU campus in the incredible shrinking dress--each step I took made me sweat more and my dress got smaller until I was trying to keep it from tangling in the elastic of my underwear.  I won't go into details, but needless to say, I shouldn't have been wearing the dress when it was the right size.  Shrunken was wrong on too many levels.

Thank the powers that be, I woke up before it disappeared altogether.

A reader on Facebook told me about this video.  Thought you'd enjoy it too.

4 comments:

itsJUSTme said...

Hahaha, that dream is sooo funny! I was laughing so hard.

Dominique said...

I had the pleasure of welcoming over 55,000 students to the Tempe campus these last couple of days. I think I may have seen more than a few young ladies who may have been experiencing your dream. And here we were the last month fixing the classroom tables to replace the "modesty panels". Isn't it ironic?

Scorpio M. said...

Thank you for that clip, I am not a writer but the message is still well worth listening to.

Amber Scott said...

Hi Erin! I nominated you for a strange award. Come by and check it out. Fun, fun...I hope.