Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/11/2020
By amandalyle
I was part of this reality show filming Will Smith and his family?! (Keeping up with the Smiths, if you will.) I was filming a scene in which Will and his son were looking for matching outfits in their vast and very impressive walk-in wardrobe. They settled on a sparkly, silver (and very camp) cowboy outfit. Will Smith span around and sang, “wicki wicki wild wild West!” I cringed inside. The next scene, in this reality TV show, featured his grown-up son and his horny-as-hell girlfriend on the front lawn. She had pounced on him and was dry humping the shit out of him. The crew suggested they took it up to the bedroom... which is what they did. At this point, I had become semi-lucid and was now in bed with Will Smith. I started kissing him and rubbing myself up against his body, thirsty to have sex with the Fresh Prince, himself ... then we ended up fucking... while his wife looked on. (She was fine with it. I’d go as far to say ...she was also turned on!) ‘Keeping up with Smiths’ takes on a whole new meaning. 😂 Next scene; I was walking down the road when I passed my mum. She was abnormally angry. Seething, in fact. She asked me whether I had heard from my daughter and I told her that I hadn’t. “How could you do this?” She yelled. “She’s only a child.” I was taken back and stormed off. I wasn’t putting up with this shit. It wasn’t my fault she walked out. When I got home, I told my husband my mum had a go at me. He told me not to worry about it. When I looked out of the window, I thought I saw my mum and my daughter walking towards the house together ... but on second glance, it was my daughter and Simon Cowell’s son, Eric. “What the hell?” I remember thinking, watching the pair cross the road, hand in hand. Next scene; I was in my local corner shop. For some reason, they were now selling weed out the back. I made a joke about it to the lady behind the counter. “Are you interested?” She asked. I shrugged and replied “maybe?” She went out the back to fetch some weed and a ‘Justin Bieber’ bong(?!) “I’ll give the bong a miss!” I laughed. There was a long old queue now and everyone behind me was getting annoyed that I was holding them up. “Can I put some electric on my card?” I asked. “Sure.” She replied. I only had small change, so - like those ridiculously slow and annoying old pensioners you see counting their pennies out one by one - I slowly handed her penny after penny. Next scene; I was having a get-together in my back garden. My friend, Sophie, asked me if I’d be attending her wedding in 10 days. “But what about corona?” I asked. “We are getting married in my mums back garden.” She replied, “I’d really like it if you came!” I really couldn’t be bothered, so I gave her some excuse about having to work. She looked genuinely gutted. I felt guilty.