I was outside in a grassy area looking at these huge trees trying to figure out where to transplant a rose bush with pink roses on them. It was like I owned the property, or family did really, cause I didn’t have the full authority and was arguing with someone over it, but he wasn’t my dad. Was he like a regent or something? Was this my land and was I in a line of succession but couldn’t actually own my land cause I was a woman? I can’t remember the association here. Then I was sitting up in this really tall bed that was modified as a vehicle and was going down the street somewhere and looked to my left to see marathon runners a ways off coming up a side street, and stopped at a light and Fuschia was in front of me on a motorcycle and I almost mistook her for Nicola for a sec, then we spoke for a minute while the light was still red.
Anyway,I was standing somewhere else that seemed far away, it was some property constructed like a Tuscan villa except it was somewhere in California and I was there with two women who were apparently my girl friends. We were inside and Trump was there, except it was the Alec Baldwin Trump though and the two friends I was with walked out to the courtyard and Balwdin pulled me aside and I got very apprehensive until he said he didn’t want to go face the public before he’d had a cocktail, so I asked him if he wanted me to go find one of the waitstaff and he said yeah and I was all alright. We were sitting on a bed talking like he was trying to have a heart to heart, and I tried to get up quickly and rolled, then got my foot caught on the fancy bed frame.. then I got up, put my shoes on, and ran out the door looking for the friends from earlier. They’d wondered why I took so long getting out and started asking questions like am I okay? Did something happen? And I was all nah, and told him about the request and they rolled their eyes and wanted to go to the thing, whatever the thing we were going to was, and I told him I would grab someone to get him a cocktail and I don’t want to lie so we gotta go back inside and they reluctantly followed me back in. We found a server who went to get drinks and Baldwin wandered off. The girls decided to take off and I followed behind after putting my shoes back on.. again. I was trying to pick which pair I wanted to go out in and wore these black open toed ankle boots with spikes on them (open toed boots are not my style at all) and went looking for my friends and one was standing by the fountain explaining she didn’t want to wear the shoes she had on to some red carpet thing we were invited to. I guess Baldwin had invited us to accompany his group at some red carpet event in Hollywood and wanted more attractive women to be in that group. So I asked her if she wore a size 7 and she said yeah, and I brought her inside to try on my shoes while I went through the clothes I packed and handed her a dress.. then said just run through and see if there’s anything you like. I was eyeing this black and white Anne Klein split wrap (that I have irl) but decided it wasn’t fancy enough for red carpet, tried a black dress with a short hem and was looking in the mirror deciding even if it’s okay in this lighting it’ll be different outside on the red carpet and people are assholes and they’ll give me shit for my thighs touching and probably go off on cellulite and I’m all dude… everyone has it, it’s not a big deal, fuck it. And put on this green dress and after zipping it up I was hella cute! Like my hair was longer and curled and my makeup was done all light and pink like they do with Korean makeup trends and the dress was flowy. Then I went outside and it was dark out, and my friend was talking with a group of people and idk what happened to the other girl, but I heard something weird and asked if it was a seagull and she threw a rock at a bush nearby and it flew away. Then I woke up on the couch next to my friend Lindsay and SNL was on the TV and Baldwin was on screen giving a speech in front of some presidential backdrop. And my ex was laying on the other couch in a cast with a broken ankle (he’d broken it before we met irl) and I was kind of thrown off how there wasn’t an insta-fight and then wasn’t sure if I was at his place or Lindsay’s and suddenly remembered my own apartment and decided to go home. Then there was some bit about ordering a collector’s Star Wars lego set and some other Star Wars items from a Toys R Us catalog and Jr walking up to see what I was getting, then asking if he could crash on my couch or get a ride or whatever and I was all sure, and then I woke up. >_>
The sensitivity and needing a drink and being all invitive really reminded me of the movie The Interview with Seth Rogan and James Franco.