i woke up this morning after a fascinating dream. i was in mexico, in a little cantina, and there were auditions for the cantina’s nightly entertainment. it was apparently a HUGE thing to get in to these auditions and some really famous people were there.

jamie oliver (chef) was there (which struck me as bizarre because he was actually auditioning to be a cook there – but the woman holding the auditions said the head chef was too particular about her food and wouldn’t have him). i can’t remember who the woman was holding the auditions – she was an older woman, beautiful, poised, and famous – actress or model or something in her time – and i know i’ve seen her on tv before…. anyway – she was also very direct with each of the applicants.

the auditions kept on, it was sort of America’s Got Talent meets Coyote Ugly. she was quick to tell people, even after the first few notes or whatever they were doing – ‘No’. somehow, i had a number to audition, even though i knew i would never go up there. a friend of mine, near the end of the line, went up and danced for the woman – and the woman loved it. it was so unexpected that everyone was in shock. i laughed and called out to my friend (in Spanish, no less) that she would now have to learn to sing.

when everyone cleared out, the woman was looking at me expectantly, because i still had a number. i went over to her and took her hands, kissed them, and told her that i would never embarrass myself by auditioning for her but that i thought she was beautiful and thanked her for letting me watch her auditions. she smiled and nodded.

i walked out of the cantina and, like most of my dreams, the world shifted. i was visiting an amusement park (though it was actually not a park per se, but an entire country or something) that was connected by chair lifts. and the main office was in a large church, which was in session.

things got progressively weirder from there.