January 20, 2006 Dream

I have been searching high and low for this dream, and I finally found it in a folder in a binder full of stuff that used to adorn my walls and notebooks when I lived in New Hampshire.

I was shopping in the mall with my sister and mom. My sister wanted to go in a store where I was thrown out for some unknown reason. So I told them I was going to the personal beauty store a few rows down.

I walked in, and there was Tré Cool from Green Day, and a bunch of other men who ignored my presence. I was looking at eye shadow, when Tré Cool comes up, and tells me that those colors wouldn't coordinate with my "pretty brown eyes." So in my weirdly unnatural flirting style, I asked his opinion. He points out a few, and I grab a few.

"Now this," he whispers, "is what you need."

A set of make-up.

I go for this kit with my neutral lip color, and Tré grabs it from my hand.

"No, it will white you out. Try this."

The lip colors are a light pink and a deeper mauve. Tré then opens up a series of lip glosses, and proceeds to pile them on my lips. So here I am, standing in front of the drummer of Green Day who I find attractive, with pink and purple gunk on my lips.

"You look beautiful, Colleen," he laughs.

I see my mom and sister coming, so I wave. Tré looks in their direction and quickly focuses on me. He piles on some clear gloss, caps it, and smoothes the gloss out a bit on my lips. Next thing I know, I am making out with Tré Cool. He is literally spreading the gloss onto my lips by making out with me.

I could feel every sensation while I was sleeping during this dream, and it was fantastic!