I had the most bizarre dream last night.
It started out that I was in Grade Twelve, AGAIN! I was at an assembly where Stephen Harper and George Bush were speaking. I had a glass of orange juice and I forgot it on the podium, and Stephen Harper drank it while he was talking. Everyone saw me go up and get my little glass back, then I washed it and got grape juice, but this time George W. Bush drank it! As I was leaving the assembly with my empty glass I yelled “Goddamn Presidents!” and the whole school cracked up.
I was talking about it with some friends in the lunch room when the principal came over and said I wasn’t allowed to talk about politics or be political in school.
Later Eminem came to the school because he was in town touring and he had to go to class. Somehow we struck up a conversation and I found out he was trans. Later he invited me to party in his hotel room and we took mushrooms and ecstacy. He was actually really nice and not all tough at all. He was surrounded by gangsta types and groupies, and I kept flirting with him and trying to get him into bed, but he went off with one of the groupies. Then I left but I forgot my shoes there.
The next day I came across a trans friend of mine who was also going to class (which is even MORE ridiculous because she’s over fifty) and in class we heard the teacher talk about how awful her video was and what was wrong with it and then he was going to screen it so we would all know how bad it was. And as it started she and a lot of our friends and I just walked out.
And then I told her about Eminem being trans and she got all happy, “A trans superstar!”
I woke up wondering if Eminem really was trans, but then I remembered he had a kid. Still it was an interesting dream.
But why do I keep dreaming about Eminem?