Like last night. I’m no armchair (or professional) dream interpreter, but I’m sure there are people who would have a field day with this one.
I was at some sort of conference. I was one of many speakers in attendance. But none of us knew what we were supposed to speak about when we got there.
We had to go to an auditorium with a giant white board hanging above a stage. Our names appeared on the board one by one, along with an appropriate image for our topic, and words telling us what our topics were.
Most were pretty boring.
Henry – a picture of a notepad – Keeping track of ideas
Julie – a picture of a dog -Training your dog
Josh Hanagarne – a picture of a very busty female torso in a tank top -TITS
I blushed in the dream, but nobody seemed to have noticed anything strange about this. It’s not that I couldn’t rhapsodize on the subject, I could go on and on, but I wasn’t prepared and I wasn’t sure how long I was supposed to speak for.
Worse…I had no idea who the audience was.
Well, I found out when I entered my conference hall and was greeted by a sea of elderly women, all standing and clapping.
I wish I could have heard my speech, but that was when the dream ended.
I’m not sure what else to say about that, but it was more entertaining than most of the dreams I remember.