I dreamt I won an Oscar. For acting, of all things. I didn't remember doing so, but I had apparently appeared in one of the Twilight movies (in waking life, I read the books to see what all the fuss was about; let me save you hours of your life: don't bother following suit). I played a shapeshifter (which is interesting, because I don't recall shapeshifters in the books, but, you know, artistic license and all that). The shapeshifter spoke in a number of different accents, which apparently impressed The Academy. To be honest, I don't even know what a shapeshifter is.
I was at the Academy Awards (with a front-row seat; I delighted to note that Jennifer Anniston* was waaaaaay back there), presenting with Meryl Streep(!). She opened the envelope, squinted at the paper, and read my name. I was shocked, because I'd forgotten I was in a movie and didn't realize I'd been nominated. I made some stupid speech in which I forgot to thank family/friends/Beau, and I skipped the afterparty because I didn't think I'd know anybody there. Afterward, when I was home in my jammies, my mom called and said Did you see how utterly dumbfounded Meryl Streep looked when she saw that you'd won?? Thanks, Mom.
Fast-forward one year. I was nominated again (likely for another shapeshifter turn in a vampire sequel, but who knows?). But I didn't walk the red carpet (their reasoning was nobody really knows you... or cares who you are). The Beau was irritated because he didn't want to wear a tux. I won again, but it wasn't a big deal, so I just stuck my tongue out at Jennifer Anniston* and left.
The two Oscars ended up in the top of my closet.
*I don't have any beef with Jennifer Anniston, so I'm not entirely sure why she's the target for so much vitriol in this dream.
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