Game show
(vague)
A game/talk show dream
with a cheesy host and a 70's set with a lot of lights.
Velvet children
[disembodied dream observer]
There are children the colour of ink with velvety skin
living at the house at the end of the block where my parents live
The children have been abused and neglected,
so social services has come to take them away.
They all seem to have developed a type of vitalago,
patches of their skin seem to go from pale to pitch when they're in the light.
There are 3 boys (3-8 years old) and a baby girl.
The woman taking care (albeit poor) of these children is slightly overweight
with pasty white skin and brassy bottle blonde hair with brown roots beginning to show.
The people at social services decide to wait until later to argue with the woman
about giving up the baby.
She goes inside to take a nap, but since her bedroom is on the ground floor
and has a large, curtainless window, she can be seen from outside the house.
She slips on a peach polyester nightgown and lies down.
The children are still on the front lawn.
Eventually she wakes up and gives up the baby.
There's a skip forward in time.
The baby is now a young girl (2-3?)
waiting to drink a bottle of milk that is being prepared.
The milk is being slowly siphoned into the bottle,
and there is a DNA altering substance in it that is causing her skin to bleach.
Her hair is now a fake blonde, shoulder length,
and her skin is almost the same shade as the milk.
The child is told she must drink the milk "until the smell dissipates".
There is a Big Brother/Them feel to the dream.
That "They" must alter the special to suit the norm.
I feel forlorn upon waking...
Angry at society's shearing of the black sheep.
Soap opera
I am stuck at a soap opera convention.
I'm quite embarrassed by this, and not sure how I came to be there.
There is a horribly cheesy cake display,
with each cake bearing a frosting likeness of some soap star or another.
There's a framed portrait on the wall (from a wedding show)
A brass plaque below it reads '18,000 at wedding, June 18."
I realize that today is the 18th, and the picture becomes a 'window to the past',
moving in real time.
I'm invited to a 'family reunion' with the cast of All My Children and a special group of people.
I am drinking champagne and hobnobbing with various people,
then thousands of balloons are released into the sky
and I wake up.