I had possibly the wierdest, vivid and long dream that I can remember. It's maybe not appropriate to blog it, but I want to save this for posterity.
For some reason, I an half-chinese, Ihave a sister and I'm in a family of ninjas of some description. I am known as a bit of a drunk, and do not get on well with my sister. Our family is assigned to some task, that requires an infliltration into a beauty pangeant. After my sister has entered, I have to enter as well. For some reason, I use photoshop to edit the dress I will wear. I infiltrate the pangeant under the name of Latulla. Whilst in the pangeant, I do well on the first round. I make firends with the girls, still under the guise of Latulla. I do a duet with one of the girls that goes poorly, and I am saved only when one of the other girls is injured in an accident. When I sleep, one of the other girls comes on to me (thinking me to be a lesbian). Close to being exposed, and having done what I need to do, I pull out of the competition. I regroup with my fully chinese father, and report to him. We watch the pangeant, and see my sister get to the finals. Dad wishes to pull her out, and move on to the next job. We argue, and I win by suggesting this is one of her greatest battles. I think I refer to a journal of some description, which has a picture of something like Dragonball Z. We go to the watch the finals. In the dress rehearsal, my sister has a bad performance due to a fan. She is ready to quit. I try to stop her, but I am unable to change her mind. As she leaves for the door, I appear in the guise of Latulla and convince her to stay. I operate the fan and my sister wins. I change clothes and wait for my sister. As I do, the girl that came onto me slips me her number and calls me Latulla. A bunch of guys appear asking where to find someone with the same name as me, as she credited me in her thanks speech, but no-one believes it could be me. Keeeping up the pretense, I deny knowledge of my sister and say some sarcastic comments. The people are reporters, and I have blown it. On my way out I pick up a bottle from a table where a black man is seated. I hand it back without touching it, and say "Only kidding. Wouldn't do that to a brother".
I wake up.
So, confusing as that was. Who wants to buy the film rights to that...
For some reason, I an half-chinese, Ihave a sister and I'm in a family of ninjas of some description. I am known as a bit of a drunk, and do not get on well with my sister. Our family is assigned to some task, that requires an infliltration into a beauty pangeant. After my sister has entered, I have to enter as well. For some reason, I use photoshop to edit the dress I will wear. I infiltrate the pangeant under the name of Latulla. Whilst in the pangeant, I do well on the first round. I make firends with the girls, still under the guise of Latulla. I do a duet with one of the girls that goes poorly, and I am saved only when one of the other girls is injured in an accident. When I sleep, one of the other girls comes on to me (thinking me to be a lesbian). Close to being exposed, and having done what I need to do, I pull out of the competition. I regroup with my fully chinese father, and report to him. We watch the pangeant, and see my sister get to the finals. Dad wishes to pull her out, and move on to the next job. We argue, and I win by suggesting this is one of her greatest battles. I think I refer to a journal of some description, which has a picture of something like Dragonball Z. We go to the watch the finals. In the dress rehearsal, my sister has a bad performance due to a fan. She is ready to quit. I try to stop her, but I am unable to change her mind. As she leaves for the door, I appear in the guise of Latulla and convince her to stay. I operate the fan and my sister wins. I change clothes and wait for my sister. As I do, the girl that came onto me slips me her number and calls me Latulla. A bunch of guys appear asking where to find someone with the same name as me, as she credited me in her thanks speech, but no-one believes it could be me. Keeeping up the pretense, I deny knowledge of my sister and say some sarcastic comments. The people are reporters, and I have blown it. On my way out I pick up a bottle from a table where a black man is seated. I hand it back without touching it, and say "Only kidding. Wouldn't do that to a brother".
I wake up.
So, confusing as that was. Who wants to buy the film rights to that...