I dreamt that I was hanging out with Mick Jagger. We were practicing American accents. His was a bit on the nasal side.. but I was trying to think.. maybe they do sound that way. It was fun, light hearted... kicking around and sounding funny.
Then we were in some gymnasium but it was also kind of a bar, also kind of a entertainment venue??
This girl showed up, I guess she was kind of with us, Isla Fisher. She started going around the floor, pointing her toes as she walked stylistically across the room. Then it seemed as though she was doing flips in the air, when I noticed she was on a trapeze. She kept on doing flips, cartwheels, sliding across furniture... Mick was entranced. This petite little red head was dancing around as if a three year old performing for her parents... and he loved every bit of it. Thought she was the most amazing thing.
Was I jealous? I don't think so?? I just was in aw that someone could be so impressed with so little. Maybe also how impressed she was with herself, although innocently so.
Then she walked over to a beige leather chiropractic or ?? medical table... going head first she decided to slide down to the feet, but landed wrong. She hurt herself pretty badly. It thought maybe she couldn't move, but proceeded to walk into the hall... stumbled and then fell on her back.
A female service worker noticed and ran to her. I felt she wanted to help and then spread papers all over the ground. Insurance type things, to make sure she would be covered and cared for. The manager of the building initially walked right over the woman, but then noticed the potential for lawsuit.
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