NebulaZ

Ah, finally. A dream to document in my DJ. Albeit I only remember what feels like the last bit, that's fine.

This is a bit hazy.
I had been given what looks like one of those cans that make 'moo' sounds when you tip it. Except these played music. Mine played Lady Gaga. I had it with me.
I had been driven somewhere, unprepared, by a friend. I was in my pajamas, and when we pulled into the parking lot behind a large building I got out and changed from my pajama pants into a miniskirt. Then we went into some public, co-ed bathroom and I was able to overhear some guys talking about how they'd bet money I wasn't attractive, even dressed up. (I was in a baggy t-shirt, skirt, no makeup, fluffy hair.)
I plugged in my flat iron, changed my shirt, and got to work on my makeup. I tipped my magical Lady Gaga can and listened to 'Marry The Night' while I threw on some makeup. I was alone now. A girl walked in - I recognize her as a girl I'd been in high \school with who made my life hell. She barged into the bathroom and began to use my flat iron. I was angry, but after a few moments she left. I set to change my playlist on my can-thing, but it had become my laptop, displaying Youtube.
Then I was prodded awake by my mother.

the only real interesting thing is that since Marry The Night has come out, that has been what I listen to while getting dressed in the morning.