Perez Hilton was the receptionist.

Yikes! I slept 11 straight hours last night without even realizing it. If that's not the definition of laziness, I don't know what is. Dang! I think I should start setting an alarm because apparently, I will keep sleeping through the entire morning if left to my own devices.

I know I had tons of dreams last night, but I can't keep any of them straight enough to write down. It's all just little blurry images of places, people, things... Ooh it's coming back to me. A winding old house with teeny skinny staircases that start 1/2 way between the floors and lead to nowhere. Half rooms with 5' ceilings in between regular floors. There must have been 50 rooms all with several beds dressed in flowery antique bedding. Each room led to the next and I was lost. I was with my roommates looking for our room - it was a sorority house. All filled with people and children. One of my roommates had a baby with her.

Oh yes, and I was wearing a bathing suit (left over from a previous scene including a huge pool a male swim team and Tom Cruise). My skin was hurting all over because Tom and I had gotten into a fight and he had pushed me through a glass door. There were tiny shards of glass stuck in me everywhere. That made it much more difficult to squeeze through the teeny doors and hallways of this crazy giant house I was in! We never found "Our room" but we settled on one that would work. Then, on to important business, we had to put on our fake nails (????). But they were all used, so we had to sort through a pile of random nails painted in different colors and see which ones would fit. Gross.

Eventually, I ended up in my high school physics class on the last day of school. We were all eating brownies and the school advisor came in to announce that I would not in fact be graduating because I had not taken a required "Statistics & Logic" class. I remembered that dream me had failed physics and had to retake it, thus throwing my semesters off.... I couldn't believe that after all this time, I still wasn't going to graduate high school. How was I going to get into Paul Mitchell without a Highschool Diploma? I knew that I still had a bachelor's and a masters... but without finishing high school, I was screwed. That is hilarious. Oh the things dream Elle will worry about.

Oh! There was another one where I was at a Paul Mitchell school with piles and piles of laundry. Trying to make it all fit into a bag, but I just couldn't. And Perez Hilton was the receptionist. Bwaaahahaha!!!!

I love the wild places that my brain invents and the intensity of passion in every encounter in dreamland. Sometimes I think that if I really wrote down every detail and sketched out the places in my dreams, I could write scripts for wild Tim Burton-esque movies. Maybe that will be my third career. When I'm worn out from the world of hair, I'll sit and write it all down and see what I come up with.