Strange Dreams

I have always been fascinated with dreams, I truly believe that our dreams are the venue in which our subconscious chooses to speak to us. I am blessed (cursed) to have vivid dreams, although mine are usually of the zombie variety. But last night I had the most bizarre dream, one that I can not even begin to interpret. I dreamed that I was in this old, cheap trailer in the middle of a field. The trailer was of the olive green, 1970's special variety. It was falling apart, but decorated in the most fantastic and glamorous fashion. There were silks and satins covering the walls, deep purples and brilliant golds. The furniture was gold brocade with tassels, and the curtains were a gauzy hot pink. I was sitting in this trailer of fantasy with four transvestites in full drag. Not petite, giggly transvestites...big, booming transvestites. Who desperately needed to shave. I was trying to tell them that a storm was coming, that it was bad, but they wouldn't listen to me. Then it started raining glittery confetti. Seriously. I have absolutely no idea what this means, other then I drank way too much last night.