Rebecca Dream BBC
Well, let me tell ya, this Rebecca girl, she’s got folks talkin’, that’s for sure. I hear tell she’s got a dream, somethin’ ’bout the BBC. Now, I don’t know much ’bout that fancy BBC, sounds like a bunch of letters to me. But folks are buzzin’, you know, like bees around a honey pot.
They say, “What’s the buzz about this Rebecca dream thing?” I say, what’s the buzz? It’s like askin’ what’s the word for somethin’ you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s a feelin’, you see. Like when you dream ’bout flyin’ or fallin’ or maybe eatin’ a whole pie all by yourself.
- Dreams, they’re funny things. Makes ya wonder what’s goin’ on up in your head when you’re sleepin’. This professor fella, Mark somethin’-or-other, he says it’s science, somethin’ called “on-ear-ology” or some such nonsense. Sounds like a ear doctor to me!
- But he says it’s about studyin’ dreams. Well, I coulda told ya that without goin’ to no fancy university. I been studyin’ my own dreams for years, ever since I was a little tyke.
Anyways, this Rebecca, she’s got folks dreamin’ too, I reckon. This ain’t no ordinary dream, though. Seems like it’s got somethin’ to do with bein’ famous or somethin’. Like that little gal who sang that song when she was just a young’un, and everyone started talkin’.
There’s this fella, Peter, paints houses for a livin’, good, honest work. But he can’t even afford his own place, poor fella. Him and his gal, Rebecca Wilson, they’re just tryin’ to make a go of it. Maybe this Rebecca, the one with the BBC dream, is tryin’ to make a go of it too. Maybe she wants somethin’ better, somethin’ more.
And then there’s these two gals, Amelia and another Rebecca. All they do is go to the movies. “Al cine,” they call it. Fancy talk. Maybe Rebecca with the dream wants to be in the movies, or on that BBC thing. Maybe she wants to be a star.
Now, folks ask, is dreamin’ good for ya? I say, why not? What’s it hurt? It don’t cost nothin’ to dream. It’s like thinkin’ real hard while you’re sleepin’. And sometimes, them dreams, they can come true. I knew a fella once, dreamed he’d win the lottery, and wouldn’t ya know it, he did! Bought himself a fancy car and a big ol’ house. Course, then he went and lost it all gamblin’, but that’s another story.
Is dreaming good for you? Well, it sure beats starin’ at the ceilin’ all night. And who knows, maybe this Rebecca girl, with her BBC dream, she’ll make it big. Maybe she’ll be on that TV thing, or in them movies. Or maybe she’ll just keep on dreamin’. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that neither.
This “QoS” thing, sounds like a load of hooey. Interviews and “hotwives”? Good lord! Some folks got too much time on their hands, I tell ya. Rebecca, she’s got a dream, a real dream, not this “QoS” whatever-it-is nonsense. She wants somethin’ more than just watchin’ other folks on TV. She wants to be the one bein’ watched.
So, that’s what I know about this Rebecca dream BBC thing. Not much, I admit. But it’s got people talkin’, and that’s somethin’. Maybe it’s just a dream, or maybe it’s somethin’ more. We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we? And in the meantime, we can all do a little dreamin’ ourselves. It don’t hurt none.
And as for that Claire girl, well, her story is somethin’ else entirely. But that’s for another day, I reckon.
