Gender Role Confusion and Feeling Sick

Night of: Feb. 23
People Involved: Michael Cera (youngish actor in "Juno," "Arrested Developement," and "Superbad")

I have an audition to be "the friend" in an upcoming movie starring Michael Cera. I'm running, racing him to a hotel room. When we get there, two people start asking me questions as I'm sitting on a bed next to my new friend, who's kinda there supporting me and letting me know that this is all normal. They people ask me what my nationality is. I respond, "Indian." They ask if I've been involved in any Indian activities. I feel like they're asking if I'm a terrorist. This is confirmed when they ask how often I hang out with other Indians. Additionally, they ask if I know anything about the U.S.--can I name random things about it? I'm starting to blank, and they add, "...or name anything confusing about the U.S.?"
I say, "Well, the government is confusing, with the House of Representatives, the branches, the senate..." They agree and add their thoughts. I tell them that I was born here and they finally stop asking questions.
I get a script and try to find my part. It's hard to find--I can't read well. Finally I realize my part is the female friend. I put a short black wig on and look in the mirror. I have long sideburns, so I don't look very feminine. I wonder if I should recite my lines with a girly voice, or if they want a funny character--a girl with a deep voice.
I try to find my lines in the script, and instead see that my name is associated with a different character. I ask my new friend, who doesn't look like Michael anymore, why my character is different. He takes the script, looks at the cover, and I see that it looks exactly like Cliff Notes. He tells me that it's old and hands me the new, correct script.
Now I'm trying to find my lines again, but the whole thing is still hard to read. Everyone's gone now, rehearsing, and I'm in the room by myself. The room looks like my room in my old house. I think, "Why didn't I memorize and rehearse my lines a long time ago? I usually practice these things." I decide that this job isn't for me. Why am I even here?
I put my Reebok pumps on, gather my Converse shoes and dirty laundry, dropping some articles of clothing in the process. I'm rushing because I don't want people to see me walk out. I pick up the fallen clothes and feel sad that I'm leaving my new friend--so I grab a black ball point pen (like the kind I write my dreams down with) and a yellow sticky note (the kind right next to my bed) to leave a note for him. I walk out of the room. As I'm walking out, I see on kid look at me.

In Retrospect: Chris P. mentioned that it's funny that Michael Cera is now kinda the most famous person from Arrested Development, and he's just a kid. That's where he came from.
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I'm lying in bed next to a guy, and he starts kissing me. I feel his scruff, and he sticks his tongue in my mouth. I gag and fall out of the bed. I gag again. Seconds later, my mouth fills with fluid, so I run to a sink and spit it out. It feels very real (I actually wonder when I wake up if I threw up in the bed). I see that it's mostly orange-ish water, but there are chunks of what looks to be chicken in it. I can't wash it down the sink. I almost gag again.

In Retrospect: This dream, and the dream above, are transcribed from what I wrote in the middle of the "night." I now see that both involve a sort of gender role confusion, which I find interesting, but am unsure what it relates to.
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I'm in a plane that's traveling so fast, the G-force is making all of us black out. As I've heard, you have to force your breathing very heavily in order to stay conscious (which is true, according to Joe Rogan). I am doing this, so that I won't pass out. The pilot and anyone else in the plane are doing the same. My view is backwards; I am in the back of the plane, looking out, so it's making me feel sick. We're moving through metal octagonal sphere frames, and I feel like the pilot is going to crash into one of the bars. It seems very Mario Bros.-esque. Seeing all this backwards and at super speed is really making me feel sick and think that the pilot is going to kill us all. Why am I on this plane?

In Retrospect: I remembered this, but never wrote it down. Interesting that I felt sick in this dream and the last... maybe I was actually feeling sick.