unconsciously conscious...

so, erm, my estates & trusts professor has this rather embarrassing practice of using celebrities as the characters in her hypothetical fact patterns in class. this will make studying for the final a breeze -- i'm just gonna pick up Us Weekly and People magazine and bone up on my pop culture gossip. in friday's class, the question my professor posed to the class was what if paris hilton gave the contents of her louis vuitton bag to nicole richie?

this, of course, prompted a note-writing fest between krista and me about what the contents of paris hilton's bag would be. we came up with the following:
lip gloss
condoms
lube
dog treats
personal hygiene wipes
sidekick
RU-486

well, it looks like somehow this crept into my unconscious mind, because last night i had a dream that i was in an SNL sketch with amy pohler and tina fey and we were various socialites at paris hilton's bachelorette party. i'd go into details, but i'm a little embarassed by the whole thing, so suffice it to say, i was the character in the sketch who was supposed to be paris hilton. oh my. but it was definitely funny!