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You know, grandma is really not a person you sing about. She's just not. Especially when she has a party. It's not really that… exciting. Shocking, I know. But I had to say it. Grandma is not song material.

And yet, one Paul Nicholas dared to go there. Yes, the Paul Nicholas. Cousin Kevin in "Tommy", Dougie Shears in "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hears Club Band", crazy vampire Richard Wagner in "Lisztomania", among other things.

Paul Nicholas just seems to pop up in a lot of films that have to do with The Beatles or The Who. He's also in "Stardust", which I really want to see, because Keith Moon is in it. Despite the fact that "Stardust" is the sequel to "That'll Be The Day", also known as The Never-ending Story in which Keith has a whole two lines and nothing ever happens. I have faith in bad movies, that there is occasionally a good bit hiding in there somewhere.

Actually, I was reading about him last night, and Paul Nicholas' dad is friends with The Who's manager, or he was their manager, or something about their manager. So that's probably why he's in so many of their films.

But anyway, I have his one song, "Heaven on the 7th Floor", and it's a very upbeat happy disco song. I like it. Although, I've listened to it so many times, it's starting to get annoying. Anyway, I know he had a few other "hits", and what better place to go than to YouTube?

• Dancing With the Captain
• Reggae Like It Used To Be
• Grandma's Party

I don't think I watched any of these videos all the way through. Not too pleasant. Also, notice, he likes to wear hats. As does Dougie Shears. Possibly the exact same hats! I find that very amusing.

I watched half of the videos, shook my head, didn't think much of it. Oh, except when he was like dancing around and all happy disco like and then I realized "oh God, this is Cousin Kevin!". Cousin Kevin really did not come off to me as a disco fan, but, there it is.

And so, I went to bed, as I always do. And I dreamt of Paul Nicholas. Luckily, there was no singing and dancing with grandma at her party, because that just does not seem to be a very fun thing to me.

Anyway, I woke up and went through the whole dream in my head so I would remember it, but then fell right back to sleep and promptly forgot it all. Well, most of it, at least. Though these strange half-sleeping times get me thinking some really strange things. The other day, I guess I had "Five to One" stuck in my head, and the whole "five to one baby, one in five" part that doesn't really make sense (because one is five is four to one) suddenly made sense to me. I also came up with the name "Spencer Quincy", which I mean, distinctive, but too upper-class. But the Spencer came out of Sumpter, and it just sounded right, and Quincy obviously came from Quincy. But there aren't too many Spencers, are there? So then I need a less distinctive last name, but it still needs to be somewhat distinctive. But anyway, this is completely besides the point and no one knows what I am talking about.

But yes, I shall try to recount my time with Paul Nicholas.

Paul and my brother and I were in an empty pool, but we were kind of floating around, so I guess the water was invisible or something. He was telling us something and then he said how he's made some really bad movies in the past and that I know what he was talking about. I said "no, I really enjoyed them!" or something. He just shook his head and thought I was crazy.

Anyway, the pool was suddenly really big, and he was teaching us about "Beauty and the Beast", and my brother was rowing in a boat, and he had to get to some waterfall or complete some sort of task or something. Paul and I were sitting on the end of the pool or river or whatever it was now with our legs stretched out in front of us just watching him for a really long time. I asked him about what he was going to teach us next, and I think he said something about Patrick Swayze, but I said to wait until my mom came back. We been in the sun long enough that we'd dried off completely now and I think I was getting really impatient because nothing was happening.

At some point, we were at my house in the basement I think, and playing some sort of trivia game on a big screen. There were five sections, one for Paul and one each for my family, and my category was The Who. We spent so much time on other people's categories that we didn't even get to mine and I was mad that I couldn't show off all my Who knowledge. I went up to my room to get dressed, and my old Barbie toy box was back in my room with all these skirts and stuff that didn't belong to me. Again with the clothes, cor! I think I looked through the toy box for a good while, trying to find something to wear, but never really getting it right.

Bloody hell, what does this mean? It really is always clothes! Always always! Whenever there's someone cool in my dream, I have to leave to get dressed in something cooler!

I mean, when going to concerts I always dress a little nicer, you know, just in case. But of course, I do this fully concious that this just in case scenario I'm hoping for will probably never come up. But I still do it. I think I've started doing it a little less recently, especially after I wore this one shirt to Bon Jovi that I really liked but it was really uncomfortable. I kind of realized that when you're sitting up in the nosebleeds, no one is going to point to you in the crowd and say "COME ON DOWN!"

But other than going to concerts or going out somewhere nice, I don't really pay too much attention to my clothes. I've got some ugly sweaters and stuff that I wear over outfits that would be nice, if not for the ugly sweater. But the sweaters are really just to be warm.

So I don't know, what are these dreams trying to tell me? That I should pay more attention to what I wear? Well, geez, dreams, if you think I'm that much of a fashion victim, get Clinton and Stacy up here and let me go on a free shopping spree! I have thought about purposely wearing really awful clothes just so I could go on that show… heh heh. But no, I don't think I'd ever actually do that.

Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I realize I am always self-concious about my clothes in dreams! And in the words of Rueben the Tadpole, "holy frog's legs, that REALLY makes me mad"!