[wannabe]

I had a second dream that night, which was a lot more confusing and had a few topics in it that I can't discuss, and it was also a lot longer, but I think I can distill it down to the important elements.

When I was younger, I went to three different high schools, and the school I dreamt had elements of two of them combined into one, plus elements of my grandmother's house. I perceived myself as being in 11th or 12th grade (approximately) and Lacey was initially 19 or 20 (judging by her level of physical maturity) but later I saw her as a classmate of my age, even seeing her as a girl-friend I had at the time, though I never forgot she was Lacey.

I remember I wanted to go watch her in a high-school play, and I remember her character's name was Cosette, but there's no telling what the play was (probably Harvey, since that's the most memorable school-play I watched at that age; in fact, I was so impressed by the acting that I watched it twice). I initially knew she was famous, that it was a big deal to go see her perform, but I couldn't convince my parents to let me go see it. (Odd, since my parents were LONG since divorced by then.)

But for some reason, my younger brother wanted to see her too, so we went. He was apparently also a fan of Lacey's. (IRL, I don't think he's even heard of her.) I don't know if their agreement was because he always got his way or because there were now two of us wanting to go, but I'm thinking it was more the second reason.

I don't remember watching the actual play, but I do remember going out the back door before the crowd could get out, so I could hopefully meet her before she left, since the cast was going to leave just as soon as the play was over.

So I did manage to meet her, and I was a little shy, but I remember specifically mentioning to her that I thought I would be crippled with shyness, yet I wasn't. She seemed to like me a lot, and we chatted about stuff, and we were doing something I can only describe as wrestling/dancing/massaging, but the tone was a lot like hugging a friend. I started to perceive her as this friend I mentioned earlier, and as we wrestled or danced or massaged her back, whatever it was, I kept accidentally bumping her in a way I didn't mean to.

I was mortified that she would think I had no respect for her, that she would think I was doing it on purpose, because it kept happening, but she completely ignored it, as if she knew that it was accidental and completely innocent, as if she knew me and knew I wasn't that kind of person.

Finally, my brother and parents showed up, and they wanted to chat with Lacey for a little while too. It was almost as if I was introducing them to my girlfriend. My brother was full of compliments for her performance, raving about how great she was, but he was really just a big fan of her work, and had no ulterior motives. My parents treated her nicely, like they would if I was bringing a friend home, and indeed, it felt almost like I was introducing a girlfriend to them.

Finally, she bid them farewell and asked me to accompany her through the parking lot to her car. It seems there was a girl who had a vendetta against her, and she was afraid this girl was going to jump her, but that if I was there, she wouldn't. I was more than happy to provide for her safety!

We got to her car unmolested, and she gave me a peck on the lips in thanks, and I started setting up a date, because that was why I had wanted to come see her in the first place. She accepted graciously, almost thankfully, as if she'd been dying for me to make the request.

I got in the car with her, to provide further security against the girl she was afraid of, and we arrived at her house. She lived alone, even though she was an 11th grader like me, and I preceded her into her house to make sure it was safe, and then things got twice as weird and inconsistent, but I can't go into those details because they also got R-rated. (But no, we didn't "do it".)