There are four things that I blame this dream on:
1) Watching a rebellz photoshoot by Joe Low yesterday
2) Talking to Mike about all things Canada
3) Googling Liu Wen, the first Chinese VS Angel
4) My morning wake-up song (I Watch You by Lee Cabrera ft. MIM)
SO.
Last night I had the most bizarre dream (that somewhat made sense when I thought deeply about all the connections).
You know how dreams are–you never remember how exactly they started or how you got to be where you are in the dream where memory begins.
I was in this huge hall that was a cross between Chee Wee & Alice’s wedding solemnization hall and the Sunway Convention center hall where Comifest was held two years ago. There was some familiar house music thumping in the hall (probably something off of my MOS playlist). Some black DJ guy.
Who was I? A 4′ 11″ model, 100000x skinnier than my present size, wearing some funky club-inspired togs that were red, black, silk, and not very conservative. Oh, let’s not forget the killer platforms and hooker boots. There were a few of us, in these huge, suspended glass boxes with props. There were like.. a million photographers on various ladders, balconies, etc. with their flashing lights aimed at us. We kept posing, in time to the heavy beats the DJ was pumping out.
Eventually it was time for us to take a break, so I got out and instantly fell into the crowd, where I regained balance after being moshed for a while. Out of nowhere, I spotted Ben Reed, my high school bestie, walking around with Deadmau5. I screamed at him and jumped into his arms, totally clinging on and glomping him as he yelled back at me.
“OMG BEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!??”
“JADEY!! I MISS YOU SO MUCH YOU CRAZY ASIAN!!”
Then Paul Chavady appears, with full beard in tow.
“HEYYYY!!!”
I swing into his arms, jumping off of Ben. We totally scream each others’ names like girls.. in that annoying, drawn-out style until… Mike appears. We shut up and I just stare at him, before he waves, smiles and goes off with some guy who looks like Basshunter.
I jump out of Paul’s arms to follow Mike, weaving in and out of the crowd until I end up outside the hall. The music switches to a mashup of Akon’s Sexy Bitch and Kid Cudi’s Day N’ Night (which, IMHO, would be a really hot mashup). I dance along to the beat and enter this small room with red, shiny, metallic walls and a door like the one in Alice in Wonderland.
There’s a photographer inside, who looks vaguely familiar. Two people in addition to him: Fedde Le Grand (of all people…) and this anorexic-type model with massive fantasy makeup. She’s posing around him with these red lava lamps and glitter glowsticks, but none of them look happy about it. Suddenly, she throws all the props down and climbs up the skylight (which mysteriously appeared), cursing at them.
Fedde turns around and sees me, saying “You try, she’s hopeless.” It’s a promotional shot for his upcoming club tour. SO the posing begins and it gets kinda kinky. “Let me think about it” is playing in the background.
In short, it was successful, and when it was over I climbed out the same skylight, into a room with Armin van Buuren. He starts speaking to me in Dutch with this wide smile on his face, but I’m shaking my head like I don’t understand a thing. He asks me if I’ve heard a certain song, and I’m just confused and can’t answer him.
Lee Cabrera’s “I watch you” starts playing really loudly, and after a while I realize it’s my alarm.
What a way to wake up to my lumpy, nerdy self.
<3
NB: For those who may not know, what made sense was Paul & Ben being at the techno/house party because they like that kind of music. And the clothes I imagined on the models looked like what Liu Wen wore for the VS show. One of the models looked like a model from the Joe Low shoot.
True brain diarrhoea.
