Most of my dreams are
about falling off things.
Falling off precipices.
Or like the steering wheel will
come off
and I'll be like, oh my gosh,
what am I going to do now?
Corpses lying around everywhere
with their eyes plucked out
and really old skeletons and
shattered things.
There are all these stairs
kind of going around
an d leading up to my room
and down from my room.
It was me, and Sophia, and Lila,
and we're on a train going to Francisco.
And my best mate, his father
had passed away recently.
And she was like using them to cure her cancer,
and there were earplugs on them.
And it was the one where
Rihanna was like her guest.
I'm 20 years older than Rihanna,
and Rihanna is actually the singer Rihanna,
and she was in my dream.
And we were dancing
in an Italian ru in.
And so the DJ shone a light on me
and said, well, someone's
not ready to go home, it seems.
And I just felt very insecure.
An d the gate is open.
The gate's not supposed to be open.
There's this gray dog.
He's really big,
and he's running across
the yard really slow.
And he was really irritable.
And not only was he kind of, I guess,
a zombie dog,
come back to life,
but he could also talk to me.
And he was complaining the whole time
In a voice, I guess it sounded
a lot like Albert Brooks.
And the dog had a name,
and I'm trying to remember what the name was,
but it was a female dog.
The name was something
like Mallory. Meredith.
Meredith was the name of the dog.
And I remember thinking,
why has America voted me
in the top nine?
And I don't have a voice to sing at all.
And these two cars
that are driving in front of me,
like, crash off the road.
but they, it's almost like
joyful crashing
and then I kind of slow down
and come around
and I see this person
and he's swimming in a pool
and he's stuck underwater
just swimming back and forth,
back and forth.