Anyways, she puts the floss in her mouth and gargles it around for a little while, as if it were Listerine or something. Then she puts her hands up and squeezes her cheeks until she's pinching them tightly. Slowly she pulls her hands away from her face but she leaves behind a trail of floss that's following her hand. She begins to wrap the floss around her ears, and then wraps it around her head until she's covered her eyes, and says "tada"!
The next shot was of me in the audience, but the audience now had floss wrapped around their ears and eyes, similar, but slightly different, than Beyonce had hers. I was the only one without the floss coming out of my face.
I think the dream has a lot to do with my character. How I feel about society and the media. I have nothing against Beyonce, but the idea of the show[Britain's Got Talent], the star [Beyonce], and the audience trying to be like the star no matter how stupid it gets, is something that bothers me. Also, the star makes a desperate move and pretty much does whatever she can to actually become an absolute sensation. I'm the only one sitting in awe; not understanding why it's a sensation at all? The problem with being "original" in the end is that I'm left alone because I don't fit in. At least, that's how I interpret it.
