You know how most people say they forget their dreams as soon as they wake up? Well, that seldom happens to me. In fact, I remember most of my dreams in very wild and vivid details that I sometimes mistake them for memories.
Today I had a great dream: I dreamt that I was Katy Perry, or atleast a body double of hers. She was going to have a concert in Araneta Coliseum and I was going to watch. For some unknown reason, I was there a couple of hours early and was allowed backstage where everyone was panicking because apparently Katy was missing. I looked around and found her hiding in one of the rooms, looking depressed. She turned to me and says something like, “I don’t want to do this show, you do it for me.” and I was obviously stunned. I mean, why me, right? I sing karaoke but I’m no Katy Perry.
Nevertheless, she ushers me to her makeup room and the artists made me over and when I looked at the mirror, I looked exactly like Katy (yes, even her body. HOW AWESOME IS THAT) and then they told me to prepare for the opening number which was California Gurls, I think but I can’t quite remember now. I teased the fans by going out of the curtain and waving a-la Marilyn Monroe and the crowd went crazy. Adrenaline was pumping and I started performing in all my Katy Perry glory and soon afterwards I knew something was wrong because I started signing Kylie Minogue songs.
I woke up smiling though because I am now motivated to exercise more, ‘cause the feeling of wearing anything and looking great was just absolutely impowering.
