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This is my dance space

Last night I had a dream that we had a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.
It took place at the sleep away camp I went to when I was a kid.
We all stayed in the cabins.
I was teaching Heather how to Mambo ("Spaghetti arms!"), which makes no sense because I'm sure she's seen the movie Dirty Dancing at least 100 times and already has the dance moves down.
Mrs. Kennedy was there too. She had grown her hair to shoulder length and then shaved the underneath part.

I don't know why I'm telling everyone this- dreams are rarely interesting to anyone except the person who has them- but maybe it's because I'm secretly dreaming that there really could be a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.


Comments

Nobody puts Kranki in a corner.

I had a dream that I was making out with Heather. She was very tender and nice and not at all like real life.

I'm pretty sure I actually had hair like that once, I'm ashamed to tell you. ARE YOU SEEING THE PAST IN YOUR DREAMS!?

The pregnancy dreams are a hoot, aren't they?

i would totally be there at that convention if it happened.

That haircut was the SHIT in junior high school. Alas, my mother would never let me get one of those undercuts. She said it was for punks. Meh.

I love hearing people's dreams, and analyzing the dreams is the fun part! Yours is very Freudian - dirty dancing, huh? Sounds good!!!

I am so in - in fact I will bring the watermellon!

Yup, it's official, the baby's started leeching out your thoughts and now you've got pregnant brain! That's OK though, just as long as you keep sharing your funny dreams with us so we can chuckle. :)

Can I wear pink taffeta? And fall into Patrick Swayze's arms?

Patrick Swayze is probably too old to catch me? Good point.

Well, someone should at least sing "She's Like The Wind."

Dude, I totally nominate you as General Chair of the Committee to hold a Dirty Dancing Blogging Party.

You know, with all your free time.

*ducks*

I'm in. Just as long as you promise me that I can perform Lisa's "Hula Hana of Kamana" song. Which I may or may not know almost by heart.

I'll show up if dry humping counts as dirty dancing.

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