Oh boy, this is a beauty!
I dreamed I was a celebrity Diva, and did I live up to the hype!
Travelling First Class by air, I did not want to book in (it was beneath me) so I was happily supping cocktails in the Departure Lounge until the airport staff came to get me as I was holding up the flight!
I was then transported to my seat, to be greeted by a round table of fellow celebrities who blamed me entirely for the delay including ‘my friend Stacy’, who I’d never seen in my life and was just one of those hangersonwannabees. What she was doing in First Class was beyond me, so I ignored her.
The meal was served, and I was an absolute bitch in complaint about dirty cutlery and not having lace table linen, crystal glassware and a bone china dinner service.
My personal Stewardess kept her professional smile in place as she pampered to my whining, after which I decided to grace the lower classes with my presence, swaggering down the aisle, behind the curtain and into economy.
What greeted me was the amiable chitter chatter of passengers with their shopping trolleys before them (this was a dream remember) which were laden down with fresh breads, cheeses, pastries and other goodies which smelt absolutely divine.
I burst into song, and someone from the back yelled at me to shut up and go back where I came from. This was greeted with a huge cheer and round of applause as they continued with their individual conversations.I stood the tallest I could in my heels and demanded they listen to my repertoire, after all I was famous and didn’t they realise who I was.
One hundred and fifty pairs of eyes looked in my direction and I heard a male voice say
‘We don’t care who you are. You don’t belong here, so just go away.’
I guess this dream was triggered (albeit a little cruelly) by reading about a celebrity from the 80s not being recognised when they started singing their smash hit from yesteryear on a train.
I’ve also read that some Super Stars suffer from such astonishing delusions of grandeur that they are demanding and unreasonable in their expectations of how they should be treated, so the idea of them being brought crashing down to earth rather than landing into reality with a gentle bump, is quite appealing!
Yes I do hear that some celebrities have lost all contact with reality! Funny dream though! 🙂
I’m awfully glad that’s all it was. I woke up not liking myself very much!
Aw that’s not much fun! But then hopefully you realised – you are Not like that 🙂
Dreams are fun… I bet flying first class was nice!
I must admit when I went to NZ I went first class as it was a once in a lifetime occurrence and I actually got a discount through my old firm. I was treated like a queen, gourmet food, proper napkins, glasses, plates and cutlery, the works. I had my own entertainment centre and a proper bed for the flight (s). It was a brilliant experience, and I have a photo of me in the cockpit wearing the captain’s hat (we had landed at Hong Kong and everyone else had de-planed). 🙂
Oh yeah. 🙂
What a production! And amazing you remembered it as well, as this doozy of a dream is certainly well worth recalling. I love hearing about your bold self demanding attention and service. Dreams like that are enormously revealing and fun to sift through to discover any potential meanings behind them.
So much more entertaining than what’s on the telly, right?
I must admit I wrote this down as soon as I turned on my laptop this morning before I forgot. As a rule, I hate being the centre of attention and would rather just sit on the sidelines or merge with the shadows. As for TV, that’s a novelty for us as we haven’t had one for over 8 years. Staying with MOH occasionally, it doesn’t look like we’re missing much!