Today I had a nap in the middle of the day and had the most BIZARRE dream. and I felt the need to record it in some form, so here it is for posterity, and your reading pleasure.

My family was going to see a show on Broadway, we were really excited because it was Annie. (now...in real life I don't think I would ever actually pay money to see annie unless I knew someone in it...) While we were waiting in line outside the theatre, Bernadette Peters is waiting in line and getting really impatient that they won't let her jump the line. She started yelling things like "I'm in costume for gods sakes, I just want my ice cream" which seemed really weird. Eventually someone asked to take a picture with her across the street and she went with them, there was the flash and then she dissapeared. Then mom and I ran in to the theatre, we were late. The overture was just finishing up so we ran to our seats, but apparently you had to put an american quarter in the seat to get it to fold down, we didn't have quarters so we had to sort of perch on top of the chairs. The stage didn't look like a stage, it looked like an old church where the altar had been ripped out and a platform had been stuck up...sort of like st. peters church in brockville...(I think thats the right one..we have sooo many churches...the one where the youth choir performed). And then the girls started sining 'maybe'. And it was awful. They weren't singing in time, adn some were singing the wrong notes. Then Annie (who was black, with ridiculously bright red hair...think lesley andrew...but black and 12 years old) started to sing, but because everyone had given her such a crappy intro, she couldn't find the tempo or the key. It was AWFUL. Then some guy (i think it was daddy warbux, because he was bald) rode an old fasioned bicycle in front of the front of the stage, from one side to the other ringing the bicycle bell, but he left the door to backstage open and I could see all the chorus people and more orphans smoking.

Then I woke up.

Am I on crack or what?