I’m guest-hosting “The Tonight Show”. And my guest is figure skater Michelle Kwan (my celebrity crush). (She’s wearing a black zipdown sweater, important later). We finish the interview and go to a commercial. The dream picks up at this point.
ETV=me
MK=her
P=producer
ETV: Would you be willing to come back on March 3 (my b-day) and pull a “Drew Barrymore”?
P: Do you wanna get us thrown off the air?
MK: No, he wants to see my boobs! (laughing)
MK: I wish I could do a British accent!
ETV: Yes you do! (blushing)
MK: Hey Eric, Happy early birthday! (she unzips her sweater, and flashes me!)
I am completely flabberghasted, and can’t continue the show for several minutes!
After I regain my composure
ETV: Did you plan that?
MK: No, it’s just that I’m young, and they’re small, so why bother?
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I don’t usually dream about famous people, but I did last night.
The reason wasn’t quite clear, but we ended up having some people camp out in our house for the night. The person who was asigned to sleep on my floor was Moby(no one else staying over was famous). And he was really annoying too; he kept messing with my computer without premission, flipped over pages on my calender, and did something to my fish. What a jerk.
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