I had the strangest dream last night…
I was jetting around the world with a gaggle of girls. We were in NYC. The top of the Empire State Building had broken off and was resting atop a nearby building (Why? Who knows…it was just one of those dream-things.) but it was still open for business (sans the top 10 stories). The 92nd floor was housing a temporary exhibit of large taxidermied creatures all of which were clad in a wide array of stunning period costumes from various eras. I had been hired to take photos of the exhibit. As I was shooting I received a phone call from my manager informing me that I was scheduled for a last minute interview at the White House and to get my butt to D.C. immediately. I left the exhibit, exited the building and rounded the corner when I was suddenly surrounded by a decent sized group of what appeared to be oddly attired transgender street walkers. They were, in fact, a small traditional (traditional in the sense that they were all men…no ladies allowed) Shakespearean acting troupe attempting to drum up an audience for that night’s debut performance of their newly written rendition of The Wizard of Oz – Elizabethan in speech, modern attire (the man playing Dorothy had on sequin hot pants, fishnets, giant red heels, a cropped off-the-shoulder T-shirt and a wig reminiscent of Nancy Spungen’s hair circa 1977) and, in true Shakespearean form, bawdy as hell (Willy was such a lewd ol’ dirty bird, wasn’t he?). That’s when I woke up.
Sucks. I would have chosen the play over the interview any day. What about you? Which would you choose? And if you think you can interpret this dream, have at it. Leave your interpretations in the comments section. Dissect away, my dears.
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick
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image credits: empire fog by Jochen Frey * Russella in rapture by Emma Campbell-Bland
