Last night i dreamed i was asked to emcee some kind of charity event because ?Charlie Gaddy didn’t show. It was my former manager/friend Betty and another woman. Maybe my current manager Tammy with whom i’ve also worked for a lotta years. I agree to do it but i'm worried i'm not dressed for the occasion.. Luckily the ‘event’ is happening in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams so i go into one of the department stores to look at the dresses. I'm in the fine fashion dresses section looking for something nice to wear. All the dresses are satin and very slinky and i don't think any of them will look good on me because i'm too bulgy so i leave and go back to where the event is going on. As i walk back i see that the ‘stage’ is a half round kind of podium that Betty and Tammy will sit behind to take phone calls (actually, i see now it’s a reception desk like in a doctors office) and there are about thirty chairs set up in front of the ‘stage’. A couple of doctors are already seated. Behind the stage is a wall with openings on either side and behind that a large auditorium with packed seats. Apparently the ‘event’ is being televised for those people and i wonder how i will sound to them. It's still early and Betty and Tammy have gone off to do something. I need to poop so i go behind the podium to use the toilet that's there. As i’m pooping all the doctors begin to come and fill up the chairs and i’m kind of embarrassed because i know they know i’m pooping but it’s too late to stop and go into the bathroom that’s right behind where the chairs are.
Facebook = Public pooping.
The one dress i really liked was a sleeveless full length sheath dress, light peach color with piping running from one shoulder down to the bottom. The way the light shimmered off of it was beautiful but i knew that it would only look good on Angelina Jolie because of the color and because it would reveal every flaw on a normal woman.
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