My new piercing

I dreamt last night that I decided on a whim to have my nose pierced (I think because in the dream, I was having a slumber party at my parent's house in Florida and wanted to impress my guests). The piercing I choose was a gigantic barbell--like maybe a ten pound barbell. It didn't look too good and I could hardly hold my head up. Then George Michaels showed up, but it was GM in his Wham phase, before he came out of the closet, so he wasn't yet gay (dream logic). I finally had to take the piercing out and then my nose was disfigured. It wasn't the best slumber party ever.

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