|Crazy little thing..
||[Aug. 14th, 2005|04:13 pm]
The night before last, I was a cop, partnered by a young woman who seemed to be one of my best friends in the dream, though I don't know her in waking life.|
We were on the tail of some criminal, and had followed him into a small candle shop. On the way in, I noticed a framed sign on the wall, which read "Rock and Roll is bad for you. -- The Management" in intricate, hand-lettered script. This was fairly close to a radio, which was playing rock and roll.
In the back of the shop, we got stopped by Margaret the Slitheen (of "Doctor Who"), who was pretty much ready to kill us. Luckily, I just happened to have The Mask (of the Jim Carrey movie of the same name.) I put it on, and used its powers to begin a dance number set to Queen's "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" starring Margaret. While she was busy dancing and singing, my partner and I slipped out.
Later, I remember my partner suddenly bursting into tears, and telling me she had no idea why I continued to hang around with her. She found it very hard to believe I didn't have an ulterior motive, and I just really liked her for herself.