Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
"Last night, I had this dream," Glinda said, waving her arm in the air.
Elphaba, who had been sitting on her bed reading, looked over at the blonde. "How enthralling," she replied dryly, idly turning the pages of her most recent reading material.
"It was, actually," Glinda smiled. "There was a Cow and she was talking to me."
"Most Cows do," Elphaba had a sudden interest in the unconscious musings of Glinda's mind. "What did she say?"
"She was saying how everything is so limited where she lives," she replied sadly. "She wasn't even allowed to produce milk. It was really sad."
"It's a parallel to…"
Glinda cut Elphaba off. "Elphie, it's like what you always talk about. With the Animals and their limited speech. Oh, poor Doctor Dillamond."
"Exactly, Glinda," Elphaba's eyes widened as her excitement grew. "Your dream, it's like a parallel to the politics of Oz. The Animals here can't speak and your Cow can't give milk!"
"See, Elphie, I do listen to you when you ramble about such nonsense as current events."
Elphaba smiled. "I'm glad." If only Glinda listened more often and get her mind out of her closet.
"Now, Elphie, if you would only pay attention when I picked out my clothes for parties…"
Elphaba laughed. Some things may never change.
Fin