I was a this huge
PNE type display, not a display, but more like a
rodeo.
There were lots of people, and in the dirt below the stands are lots of
boy
scouts. I have no idea why I'm there, but I think I'm trying to solve a
crime
of some sort. My old scout leader and father of my
friend (
Darcy D's) tells
me that I'm going to be speaking. I guess he had told me before and I hadn't
believed him, because this time it rings true, and I am very much against it.
"I don't mind
public speaking so much," I tell him, and
huge
stretch of the truth, "but I don't like speaking in front of such huge
crowds."
Somehow I guess I'm roped in and end up trying to get a pencil and paper to
start writing my speech, which starts with (and I remember clearly) talking
about how scouts really started with going to Beavers, where the motto is "Do
Your Best." Amidst trying to find paper that isn't full of writing already (I
have to erase several lines of writing from the paper I find) and that I can
write on (at least one won't let me write on it) I find one and start my
speech. Of course about then my other role in the dream kicks in, that of
detective. I'm chasing someone, who did something, or trying to figure out
who did what. One of the people is someone who looks a lot like Lucy Liu, and
I try to trip her up by confusing her, "So the juice cans, I mean payoffs...."
etc.
Luckily I was woken up by a phone ringing before I had to go and do any
speaking.