Dream 27, last night

I come downstairs to the kitchen, following a wonderful smell.

"Why are you making cookies, Mom?"

"Remember the Twilight cast and crew are coming tomorrow, this is for the little party," Mom replies. Cool! I'm super excited.

The next morning all the cast and some of their parents are in a room that kind of looks like my bathroom, but bigger and without the shower and toilet. Catherine Hardwick (the director) and Stephenie Meyer (if you don't know who she is you are a poor, poor soul) enter the room. Everyone starts cheering. Catherine says "Twilight cast go to the side of the room!" When I don't move she points to me and then to the wall. I'm desperately trying to remember what I did in the movie, if I was in it at all.

I go and sit on a counter behind a guy my age with curly hair. He turns around and smiles at me. I smile back like I totally know what's going on. Feeling emboldened, I call out in a faux-whisper to Catherine and Stephenie, "M'am, scuse me, but what exactly did I do in the movie? I can't remember." Everyone laughs, I grin like I'm making some joke.

Catherine chuckles. "Remember you were [some character] in the school scene?"

"Oh YEAH! I remember now!" And I do, like she's implanted the memory in my brain.

Grinning even wider now, I bounce around, completely thrilled. Catherine turns to the cast, and says, "Ladies, take off your shirts now!" in a cheery voice.

I'm thinking, "What?! Okay, I'll take of my sweater but there's no way I'm taking off my shirt." A couple girls immediately take theirs off, but most just sit there looking confused.

Catherine turns to a couple of heavier girls. "Ladies, I know you're beautiful underneath there. C'mon!" They don't budge. The parents don't budge. It's extremely fishy.

Thankfully, we move on, Catherine and Stephenie say some stuff about how great everyone was, how excited we all are (chyah, director), and some other stuff about the premier. My mom offers to get the food, people start chatting. Mom comes back with dad, I jump on dad and give him a hug because I haven't seen him for a few days. Mom holds a couple large platters of cookies, and she says, "I hope I made enough, I didn't expect so many parents!"

A man in the crowd shouts, "If you didn't make enough that's pretty stupid, lady!"

I can't pinpoint the person, so I yell back to the general crowd, "Do NOT talk to my mother that way!"

Everyone stops talking and stares at me. Catherine looks embarrassed, so does mom, but the guy with curly hair as well as the rest of the cast look impressed. I stick my nose in the air and glare. The guy mumbles "okay, sorry" and the party continues.