Check out that hairdo!
That's a quote from the 1986 move Labyrinth with David Bowie, in case you haven't seen it 45 times like "some" people. It goes perfectly here since this posting is about a dream featuring David Bowie.
Let me preface this by saying that I very rarely remember my dreams. Usually I wake up and they are instantly gone. I had a hard time sleeping last night so I was kind of in-and-out this morning. I kept repeating it to myself so I'd remember this one. It was so odd, I needed to share it.
In this dream, I was walking down a street with a friend. I can't remember who it was though. Unnamed Friend and I were wearing jeans and tank tops but the dressy sort of jeans and tank tops, not the running-to-Target at 9:50 p.m kind.
Anyway, we're walking and we notice David Bowie is walking in front of us. So we go say hello. He was nice and chatty and then all of a sudden he looks at me and says "you're too fat to wear tank tops."
First of all, I am not under any delusions regarding my choice in tops. Between the vampire-like paleness, the flabby fatness and the thick padded bra straps, I am well aware that tank tops are on the "no ma'am" list.
Secondly, why in the hell is David Bowie appearing in my dreams just to tell me that? Very, very strange.