From the start, let me make this clear. I have never seen Lady Gaga perform. I've not heard her sing. Nor do I want to. I wouldn't know her if I bumped into her on the sidewalk. Nor do I want to. Her reputation precedes her, and that's enough for me. It's kind of like geoduck... I don't have to try it to pretty much know that I'm not going to like it.
Nor do I want to.
So why in the world did I dream about her last night? Most times, I can trace my dreams back to something that happened during the course of the previous day. In this particular dream, I was a reporter again. Okay, nothing unusual. I was asked to write and produce an ad yesterday for the radio station I used to work for. Radio was on my mind, I was a radio reporter for many years, hence the dream. Got it. But Lady Gaga? Seriously?
I doubt she looks anything like she did in my dream. She was brunette, about 50 years old and trying to look 15, and slightly overweight. She was performing at some sort of an outdoor fair. It was raining, and only a handful of fans were anywhere near the stage. There was a group of about 20 dancing to her music afar off. Most of the people were wandering the fairgrounds in the rain, ignoring her performance. Then she came inside for an interview. I truly didn't know what to ask her, but I came up with a killer question... something about her childhood as I recall. I don't know exactly what it was, but I was pretty proud of pulling a good question out of thin air, when I really didn't want to be doing the interview at all. Her people only allowed a couple questions, then they escorted her away.
As she walked away I thought, "This is America's most popular female singer? Why?"
That might be the only part of my dream that made sense.
