July 27th, 2011

So I was in this weird magic futuristic world thing, kind of like the world in Meet the Robinsons, and then we went to a grocery store that was kind of like Wal-Mart, and when I walked in to the first set of doors (you know the in-between deal) it was all black, and there was this guy, and I guess he was the bachelor, from The Bachelor, and he was sitting on a stool. And there was this woman who was probably in her late forties, with big eyes and blonde hair and her face was verryy heavily Botoxed, and a voice-over or something would say to the guy, and what makes this girl someone you would date? And every time he opened his mouth to try to say something, the lady would be all in his face and play this little piccolo or flute (I'm not sure which one it was) in this weird exotic melody, because the guy was Spanish, so he couldn't say anything cuz he kept getting cut off by the woman with the flute. Then I continued walking, and there were really cute babies and toddlers all over. And then I walked up to this one, and she looked like twoish or three, and I picked her up and there was this chart next to us, and the girl said 1996, and I was like, you were born in 1996? But then to myself I was like that's not right, then she'd be my age. So I told her to point on the chart to the year she was born. And she pointed to 1988. And I'm like, oh, then you're twelve? (Which I realize would mean that the year was 2000, but you know what, this was a dream.) So I go over to her mom, who had shortish hair and was standing nearby, and I'm like why does she look so young if she's twelve? And the mom goes, she has a condition where she doesn't grow very much. And I'm like, that's sad, how old will she look when she's done growing? And the mom said, oh, probably about eight. And it was sad, but then I gave the mom her child back and left and then I woke up.