I spent several days hanging around with Nichole Ritchie and Paris Hilton. I don’t know if I was part of the crew for A Simple Life, or if I was a reporter, or if I had won some kind of “Spend the Weekend with Nicole and Paris” contest. When the dream began I definitely did not know either one.
It was a long dream, and I spent a lot of time with them, but I can only remember two and a half scenes. In the first, the three of us had gone to some sort of state fair, and we were spending the night in some kind of small tent.
I was standing just outside and Paris, inside, began to change. Just as she disrobed some people came by and whistled and then said something like “Wow, Paris, you’re batting a 1,000,” meaning every time she got naked someone was there to see.
Truth was though, she didn’t mean for anyone to see. She didn’t seem to understand how to shut the tent flap, and was very disturbed that anyone would actually look inside her tent.
Later, fans began shaking the tent and calling Paris all sorts of names. I ran out and tried to stop them, but the damage was done.
The next thing I remember was me and Nicole sitting in someone’s living room. She was sitting on the floor and I began to give her a back massage. During the entire dream I was very helpful like this. I did everything I could to be super sweet and kind to the girls, especially Nicole. She was very appreciative of the rub, letting the tension flow right out of her body. At some point I got to the lower back and she lifted up her shirt.
It was all very nonsexual, and I saw nothing of her front. However, on her back, there were these large blister like cysts. I accidentally rubbed one and she screamed in pain. I asked her what it was, and she gave me a technical name which I did not understand. After a bit she got up and I pulled out a medial book (for who doesn’t have those laying under the couch?) and tried to determine what the blisters were. I found nothing and Nichole returned. She then demanded to give me a head rub which I allowed.
In the last bit that I remember our time together was up, and I pulled Paris over to tell her how much I appreciated her and was sorry I had originally thought she was a terrible person. I now realized that she was really nice and kind and that it was the media and terrible fans who painted her into a corner.
Then I awoke.
Truth is, I’m not a fan of either girl. I watched a little bit of the first Simple Life but gave it up quick. I’m not much for celebrity gossip, where these two tend to find themselves all the time. I really haven’t the slightest idea why I had the dream, but it was fascinating none-the-less.