Get Outta My Dreams and Come on Down!

So, I've always been one to have crazy, vivid dreams. I usually remember them and can usually figure out what is going on in my life that is invading my nocturnal subconscious. The past few months have been different though. I remember having dreams, but not what they were about, which is very uncommon for me. Although I'm surprised I'm actually still dreaming considering my life consists of waking up around 10 AM, lurking on facebook and myspace for a little bit, and catching up on celebrity gossip. Then eventually I take a shower. TMI? ok, back to the subject at hand - dreams. Ahhh, it's nice to have dreams. Remember when you were a kid and adults would tell you that your dreams would actually come true? Again, I digress. I'm not even talking about those kinds of dreams. I'm talking about the dreams where you wake up and say "wtf?" I had one of those dreams last night. I had a dream that I was in some sort of cave, but was in line to be on the Price is Right. I'm near the end of the line and they're about to shut the doors, when this woman comes down some ramp with a suitcase rolling behind her and a yellow name tag on her shirt. Apparently she got into the wrong line and ended up being an unwilling hopeful contestant on the Price is Right and the satanic worker-bees at the show refused to let her leave and told her she had to participate. Now I have no idea how the Price is Right works, but apparently we were placed in different groups, and this woman was in mine. Some mean producers told us that probably none us would get picked cus we were all so ugly. (Even in my dreams people are mean to me.) So the old announcer, Rod Roddie (who's been dead how long now?) starts announcing names and then announces himself as the host! I gave the suitcase woman a look like "day-um! Look who went and made himself host!" So next thing is we're being led down further into the dungeon where we're fed French cafeteria style. Let me explain what this is for those of you who have never had the pleasure of eating in a French school "cantine." You get a lot of food to choose from! BUT you can only choose one of each category, like one salad, one fruit or yogurt...etc. It can actually be kinda confusing. So the setup in this dream was no different. I had no idea what I could choose! and of course, not having seen the menu beforehand, I had no idea what any of the food was, so like usual, i just nodded my head yes at the first thing the lunch lady said to me. So the first thing I hear is "poisson" so i end up with a plate full of fish, rice, and beans. Gross. I think soon after that I woke up and said "wow that was weird." I don't even watch the Price is Right.