There's a contest and I am a contestant. I'm standing on stage with 4 other girls...2 Americans and 2 Russians. I'm wearing a huge poofy dress. I can't believe I'm in the contest because the winner is supposed to go on to the Miss Teen something or other. I whisper to the 2 Americans that I know who the winner is (one of the Russians). They announce the winner and it's ME. I can't believe it. Supposedly I'm the prettiest girl there. I think this sucks because I didn't want to win because I dont want to be in any Miss Teen crap.  I notice that I'm on the cover of People Magazine. There's a small picture of me with braids/dreadlocks looking all grungy. It sort of looks like I'm handcuffed. There's another page with a picture too. There's also a section where friends of stars have little quotes - Jessica is on this page in a full length cut out wearing a small black dress. I call her up to tell her.  Something about having an R.V. - my dressing room? - and looking down on some small Arabic type streets. Lucy [my dog]. [Jessica = my best friend over the past 9 years]