"Do you know if there's any beer? I didn't see any in the refrigerator," said the woman who the maid thought was Mrs. McMillan. If this was a dream, then surely there would be enough booze for her to drink.
The maid looked confused. After all, the only alcoholic beverages the McMillans had was wine, located down in the cellar. "Ma'am, you know that we only have wine here."
Shrugging, the woman said "Good enough, I guess." Then muttering to herself, she added "Not much of a dream if I can't get everything I want."
"Excuse me?" the maid asked.
"Uh ... nothing," the woman said, turning back to finish making her monster sandwich. She thought back to when she had been making a sandwich in her double-wide back in the trailer park she lived in, where she would undoubtedly wake up to any moment now. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she'd ever have a sandwich this huge. Carla Lettman was a big woman and this would only make her bigger, but she didn't care about that. The obese mother of emo boy Derek Lettman really only cared about two things - feeding her habit of eating and keeping up with her "stories" (in other words, soap operas). It was the main reason she had let herself go - eating and being generally lazy. She had been overweight all her life, but after she gave birth to Derek, things seemed to get worse. But none of that mattered right now. She was having a fantastic dream and didn't want it to end. She had had dreams of living the high life before, being poor and all, but never had her dreams been so vivid. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that this was all real and not a dream at all. But obviously it must have been a dream. After all, that maid Ada ... hmm, how did she know her name? Although ... this was a dream, right? Carla probably just made it up. Ada acted like Carla was supposed to be there. She even called her Mrs. McMillan. She was familiar with the shallow and vain, not to mention incredibly sexy, socialite. And Carla looked nothing like her. Although ...
Now that Ada was down in the cellar, retrieving a bottle of wine, she wasn't around to hear Carla gasp. The former trailer trash woman looked down at herself, seeing that she was wearing one of the original Susan's tight and revealing (and expensive!) minidresses. It was resized to fit her bulbous body, but it still looked really out-of-place on her. She looked around, taking a better look at her surroundings, and saw a framed photo of herself and a man she knew was Richard McMillan. She had a brief memory of when that photo was taken, which surprised her. It all felt so real, not like a dream at all. "What is happening?" she asked aloud.
"Mom?" came a voice from behind her. It was ...
