He was getting ready to pierce it when suddenly there was a sort of game show going on where a panel of three was trying to determine whether or not this guy, my piercer and former waiter, was gay. The host would ask contestant number one, who would be like, "I don't think so, mostly because..." and then get interrupted by contestant number 2, who was a middle-aged, semi-overweight woman who had really dry blonde hair and big glasses who would just babble about stuff that had nothing to do with anything. She wasn't answering the question, she was just talking. About other stuff. The host would interrupt her and try to go to another contestant, but she'd interrupt again. Talking, talking, talking.
I woke up a little while later to the same voice talking about the movie Snow Dogs. It turns out that the voice of Rita Kempley, the Washington Post movie reviewer who was reporting about this weekend's new movies had infiltrated my dream.
I haven't had an alarm clock interfere with a dream this much since the one when I was in a hospital being treated by a nurse and I kept hearing this beeping. I asked the nurse to turn off her watch and she said "I can't. That's your alarm clock."