Lude Beatles

I dreamed last night I was with a girl who complained about her acting role in a stage production. She said the director was making her do lude things. A few guys and I went to the theater to check it out, and we ended up auditioning for the play ourselves. I paused this part of the sequence of events to fixate on how physically I could do one of those spin moves that ice skaters do where they spin balanced over one foot. That seemed pretty important to be able to do that. And somehow I kept thinking, "Does this guy realize we're the Beatles?" I was thinking about our hair a lot, and how that was going to make us really famous. My friend Hillery was a Beatle, too, since in real life she has a bit of a mop top. But we were in the pre 1962 Beatles, so we still had that one guy who didn't make it. I kept thinking, "You're never going to make it. We can see your forehead." To round things out, we got ivited to go sailing, and I was interested in not getting wet. Somehow I came inside after a while, and my mom was there, grilling me about the heat. It seemed like she wouldn't let me go out if it was too hot.