Latest installment in Mairéads dreams are so fucked up.
Last night, my dream was Darren Criss playing a one off sold out gig in a huge stadium (conveniently in ireland)
I was close enough to the front with a lot of my friends and it was a really relaxed and awesome environment so I was having a brilliant time. Then, I bumped in to someone I went to college with.
She had just had a baby and when the baby arrived, her family commissioned me to go crazy with flowers everywhere in her house and back garden. When she saw me at the concert, she came over and gave me a huge hug while repeating how impressed she was about the flowers. Of course, I beamed like a diamond because “fuck yeah! I’m so talented”
So, she was a little bit tipsy and decided more people needed to know about what I’d done to her house.
She ran up on the stage, because Darren didn’t think he was important enough for security, grabbed a mic and made the whole crowd look at me. She made her drunken slurred speech about how I decked out her house blah, blah, blah and Darren got really into it. He was like “hell yeah, that’s awesome. Where is your friend? Let’s get her up here!” So, I went up on stage, this girl hugged me and Darren went on with the concert while us two were still being all smushy and huggy in the middle of the stage.
Last nights dream was awesome, but then, reality. So, yeah, that’s that.