Dream

I dreamed this dialogue:

What color is the dress?
Red.
Fire-engine red?
Red like WC Fields' nose.
Those movies were in black and white.
You can tell his nose was red.

I was wearing a yellow gown at a party. A man opened a gallon of dark orange paint. I moved away from him. He chased after me splattering orange paint all over my dress using the wooden stirring stick. I grabbed him by the shoulders and said I want a dissertation and footnotes telling me why you did this. You must like me, I said. I was thinking I hope it comes off in the wash.