Celebrity Dreaming

I woke up this morning from one of the weirdest dreams I can remember.

I mean, why would I suddenly decide to take a trip to Japan. I speak Japanese with all the fluency and ease that I speak Romanian, Classical Greek, and Esperanto. In other words, I don't understand a word of it. But, you know, it was a dream, and by dream standards that's only a little weird.

This particular hotel, though... They didn't number the floors of the hotel. They used symbols instead: square, crescent, filled circle, star, triangle, empty circle... That was pretty weird. I mean, how are you supposed to figure out the sequence?

What really tipped it over into WTF territory, though, was the company. I mean, seriously: how on Earth did I end up on the same trip as Britney Spears and Kevin Federline? It's not like I know either of them. Britney, I can sort of understand. She was reasonably famous, and if my brain just randomly picked someone I'd heard a lot about, well, there you go. Not someone I'd heard about recently, but still someone with a slot in the back of my mental filing cabinet. Federline, on the other hand, is one of those people that... well, I really shouldn't even know he exists. I shouldn't be aware of him at all. Which means that the only reason for him to appear in my dream is by association with Britney - which is pretty much the only reason I know about him at all.

That said, neither of them did anything particularly odd or obnoxious in my dream; the bizarreness of the dream came entirely from the setting (big, peculiar hotel staffed by people whose language I don't speak at all) and from the fact that they were there at all. (In the dream, as in real life, I was not at all famous; so ending up on some sort of travel tour with a pair of famous people [or, well, one famous person and her ex-husband] struck me as odd even in the dream.)