So I had this dream, that I’m going to write down some details about. It has a lot to do with in case I want to make a legitimate story out of it later. I’m sure that somehow my brain was trying to create a sex dream and just failed on getting to the interesting parts, but here it is, short, but in all it’s glory.
So I was working at something like a burlesque club. Or somewhere in between that in a strip club. In the beginning I have some faint memories of talking to clients and regulars. I was sort of the leader of this group of dancers, and I believe we may have even lived together (Burlesque Sorority?). So anyway we have these awesome dances and we love our regulars but the club has started to attract some kind of dirty people. People who aren’t fans of the art but just walk by the joint and come in half cocked and looking for a good time. I’m pretty sure they think it’s a whore house. Still I go around trying to recruit new girls. (Is this turning into a female Magic Mike? lol) I see these gorgeous young preppy girls and I convince them to try the show. The next day I’m coming in for a show, and I typically have a very personal relationship with the clients so I walk in the front door like it’s nothing, say hi to a few regulars. But as I walk down the stairs a drunken man grabs me from behind, pulling my arms back behind me. Weird thing is I never really fight to get him off myself just start calling for security like it should be there, but they’ve gotten lazy. I keep yelling until finally 2 security guys pull the man off of me. I shluff off the whole event and plan a sorority themed show that night (what? lol). The next day when I walk in the club has a different atmosphere. There’s quite a few women and more sophisticated people. When I walk in they start applauding for me and asking questions. (I fought off one dude so I’m totally an antihero). I tell them there’s going to be a great show tonight and head backstage. But backstage the girls are silently clustered and all turn when I walk in. They’re scared. The club has gone down hill and they don’t want to perform anymore. I tell them that this whole thing has bettered the club, and there’s a great group of people waiting for us downstairs, but they don’t seem convinced.
As I awaken I dream about sorority shirts on a burlesque stage.
The End. lol
