candy candy candy!!

last night i dreamed that i was in a large airplane hangar. there were some planes in the hangar and also these huge disc-like cloth structures, sort of like those car sun-shield discs that twist into a circle and then pop out into a larger circle when you unfold them. these discs in the hangar, however, were as large as the planes, kidney shaped, and made of leopard print satiny material. it was some new technology that, when attached to a plane crossways, gave it more lift. i thought, “isn’t that what wings are supposed to do? all the planes i’ve flown on have perfectly good strong metal wings.”

then i was still in the hangar but the planes were moved off to one corner, and i was suddenly on camera, making a documentary about wisconsin. all around me were tables with dioramas and state-fair-style exhibits about the goods and services of wisconsin. someone off camera would ask me questions about wisconsin and i would have to answer — and i was somehow supposed to know this stuff already. i was freaking out because i didn’t know why i was there or what i was supposed to be doing, really. there were big posterboards set up with the answers on them, and i was trying to surreptitiously read off of them while looking in the camera and pretending that i wasn’t just reading a card — but they were at the wrong angles so there was no way i could look natural while reading from them.

then i was in the same hangar, still making the documentary, but this time big stadium bleachers were set up on the far wall and they were filled with sorority girls, sorted by different colored t-shirts. behind me on a table was a divided basket filled with different types of jellybeans and chocolate. i held up a giant chocolate easter bunny in each hand, smiled at the camera, and shouted “WISCONSIN!” this was, of course, part of the script… somehow. anyway, when i held up the chocolate, the sorority girls rushed me en masse, screaming and shouting for the candy. i dropped the bunnies, held out my hands and shouted “not yet! get back! it’s not time!” and like a wave they fell back and started retreating to the bleachers, except for one girl in a pink t-shirt who began jumping up and down, screaming “candy! candy! candy!” over and over like a crazy person. my cameramen had to restrain her.