celebrity overkill

i had a weirddd dream two nights ago, which i never got around to posting until now, and it lasted at most 45 minutes.  at the same time, it was cool. 

i was at a party held by my childhood friend and was there with my girl friend, who was not revealed in the beginning of the dream.  it wasn’t a big party.  i was there being “normal”, laughing and joking around with people there.  ryan seacrest, from American Idol, was there, drunk off his high horse.  his face was beet red and he was five minutes away from keeling over.  everyone was laughing with him, or maybe at him.. i couldn’t tell.  jason biggs, jim from the American Pie series, was also there.  apparently, everyone were friends.  something happened and i had ended up promising jason a tv.  we talked a bit more and then i left, or at least tried to leave.  the house looked big from the outside, but was kind of small inside.  i walked up the driveway only to find my car not there.  i wondered where the hell it was.  i looked up and down the street and still no car.  i started to panic.  did someone steal my car?  a little indian girl was standing next to the dumpster (don’t know how a dumpster appeared) and she stopped me.  “aren’t you going to give him (jason) his tv?”  “later, i’m busy,” i replied.  “but…” she was saying before i left her there.  i went back inside and someone told me that a girl took my car.  she was someone that just looked annoying.  then, i was angry.  not long after, she come back roaring into the driveway with my car, parking it sloppy.  i was about to give her a piece of my mind when a bmw drove up.  my childhood friend went up to it and greeted the driver.  “watch my car!”  people were admiring the leather seats and all the buttons and accessories.  i ended up not leaving and just going back to the party.  i guess a group of us, four of us that were closest, stayed over.  don’t know if part of the reason was that ryan was passed out from drinking.  anyway, we woke up in the wee hours of the morning and it was still dark.  inside, the house was even darker.  i don’t think we were supposed to be staying at the house considering it belonged to jason’s parents and they didn’t know about the party or us staying.  i got up while everyone was still sleeping and tried to sneak out of the house.  there was quite a distance between where we were at and the door.  i was barely down the stairs and the lights turned on.  shit!  i started walking faster, but the parents saw me.  the dad was craig nelson, hayden fox from the old tv series Coach, and you can just imagine that mad look on his face.  he came chasing after me and by then, everyone else woke up.  i pretty much sprinted across the living room and then noticed that the front door was bolted up tight.  i don’t just mean a dead bolt, but like 6 locks on the thing!  i couldn’t figure it out and he was catching up so i dashed to the door that led to the backyard.  i could faintly hear someone yelling, “don’t go out that way!”  i ran into the yard and of course, set off the sprinkler system.  they were set up in a circle for some odd reason.  i ran through another patch and again more water.  i was completely wet and then cold from the early morning air.  it was kind of funny and fun.  “wait!”  i heard my friend cry out.  she ran through the sprinklers too.  she finally caught up to me and her identity was revealed.  she was ellen page, or Juno.  she was exactly how she was like in the movie except not pregnant.  i saw a moving truck, the ones with the open backs.  i ran up to it and grabbed onto one of the metal poles with both hands and hoisted myself up.  my friend did the same.  the guys cried out to us, but we were barely in earshot.  we were screaming and laughing with the wind in our face.  it wasn’t very long.  then, we found that the guys caught up to us.  we jumped off the side of the truck, but saw that the parents were still running up the street, chasing after everyone.  off we were again.  i ran first and saw another truck, but this time couldn’t get a good grasp.  “what are you doing?  are you crazy?” the guys were saying.  “it’s fun,” said my friend.  i saw a white van and although there was nothing to grab hold of, i managed to get onto the side of the van.  my friend followed. 

then my dream ended… it was so weird to be dreaming about all those celebrities.  it could have been one of those stupid teen movies minus myself.