my mom worked for Diane Von Furstenberg, designer of the wrap dress and sometimes judge on project runway. all of this was in minneapolis, because diane was having a birthday-dinner/business-meeting at saiwat-dee, or passage to india? both were mentioned in the dream. i think i worked for her too, because the conflict in the dream was whether or not i should go to the dinner alone, or with my mom. so i guess i was invited in some way...anyway, i fought with my mom over whether or not i could go. i woke up when i ran into my room and cried on the bed, thats right, over diane's dinner party-business meeting.
Then, you know how dreams are...i was biking around like a suburb with pheobe cates and i was training her to ride a bike or something, i remember her saying, "thank you, seriously this bike is really cheap for me" or something like that.
oh man it sucks to hear someone talking about their dreams, especially when they say, "or something" alot.
again i wonder if this means anything, i wish that my life was this though, because i always thought i'd get along with pheobe...she seems real.
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