vision
Emergency, calling Dr. Freud! Last night I dreamt of the Dame Edna Experience. She was on stage in a classy venue (mustn't have been the Royal Vauxhall Tavern then), a slow harmonious shower of tinkering notes wrapping her, and with her best husky, come-to-bed voice she started going:
Seeeexy, everything about you soooo…. (long pause)
Seeeexy
at which point the (predominantly gay) audience, realizing it was a slow and tortuous torch song version of Liberty X's "Just A Little", booed and hissed ("like, where's the beat, we can't possibly dance to this"). DE stopped and belched out her usual "It's my fucking show and I'll sing whatever I want to". The audience cheered. All was forgiven. I love happy endings. This dream has been brought to you by Red Stripe lager - now 15% weirder dreams for the same price!