Shiny, Happy?

Athens Jr. High auditorium: I have returned! As contestant #8 of the Jr. Miss Pageant, I glide up to the stage in a flowey, sparkling gown. "Libby Lingerfelt, McMinn County High School!" (But we're 38, what are we doing here?) Anyway... I join the other girls and turn to face the audience, beaming in all my gloriousness. I spot an ex-boyfriend. Bet you regret letting this one get away, don't you! ;0)
We leave the stage to prepare for our talents... My talent! Crap! I haven't practiced at all! That's okay, I'll fake it. They'll never know. I put on a white, K-Mart purchased dress and rush out to perform. I do like 20 lindys, shake my shoulders and smile, just knowing they are in love with my shining performance! You're welcome- kiss, kiss!
Exiting the stage, I rush to the dressing room and stop short in front of the mirror. The fluorescent lights penetrate the super thin fabric of my dress. The square shape of a dickey is revealed underneath, not unlike cousin Eddie's famous fashion faux pas. They had to have seen it on stage! How embarrassing! I have to leave and never return! Running out of the building, I hear people yell, "Come back!" "Don't leave, it's time for presence and composure!" " Where are you going?" "Mama, I'm hungry."
What? Oh, thank God that was a dream!
Making breakfast for my starving children, I can't shake the akward feeling of the dream.
So what was the purpose? All dreams have one, right?
Maybe it was saying I occasionally feel fake or artificial; that I'm afraid some sort ugliness underneath the shiny, happy smile will be revealed in a most public and humiliating way...
Or, it could just be a warning to never buy a white dress from K-Mart.