Another weird dream last night. I was rich and lived in a large house. For some reason, I was hosting two concerts, one in the front lawn and one in the back garden. Alanis Morissette and P!nk respectively. While Alanis Morissette was doing her sound check in the front, I was chatting to P!nk at the back. We were comparing stories of our respective times in New Zealand, for reasons I don't understand.
She was saying things that didn't make sense or at least what she was saying wasn't tallying with my own experiences of new Zealand and also while she was "P!nk" in the dream, physically it was actually V.
And I kinda understand why V featured. She's popped up in my Facebook feed over the weekend in fancy dress for Halloween, and that's brought back some fond memories of the night we met her at her friends' bar while she was dressed as Alice in Wonderland and looking mighty fine. I think. My memory of who she was meant to be that evening has always been awful.
And it was the realisation that it was physically V, not P!nk is when I woke this morning.
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