Working on a Dream

The night before last, I dreamt that I was dating R. Patz and it was cool. He was kind of possessive and kept making me promise that I had really never seen or read Twilight. There was more stuff but I forget.



Last night, I dreamt that I was at Disney World (as a guest-cast member) that was nothing like the real Disney World. It was still quaint and looked like a medieval village with cobblestones and quaint kiosks. I was watching a Princess show and wearing a blue and gold baseball cap. Then I felt something on my head and turn around to see what looks like Robert kissing my head. So I punch him and run away and this guy chases after me. I go towards another cast member I know and he got all protective and kind of watched what was going on in case he needed to step in. I'm grateful to that imaginary cast member for his protectiveness. I'm on the other side of a rope and he stops and trys to tell me he saw me and thought I was, I dunno how he phrased it, cute or something and so he came over to make his move. He turned out to be an ugly British guy who did sort of look like Robert and was wearing weird clothes. His shorts looked like either long boxers, the thin material, black with some sort of purple pattern or short pajama pants and the rest black. He actually said it sort of charming and I thought about not being freaked out but then he put my hand on mine and since I'm completely revulsed by physical touch so that totally ruined it. But truthfully I could never date anyone who looked even remotely like Robert, so it was all moot anyway.

Dreamlets

I remember only an inkling of this dream, and it involved Dewey from Malcolm in the middle and several other kids his age (which is probably more likely his age a few years ago) and they were trying to look like the Jonas brothers to get more attention. Dewey had an ill-fitting brown wig and some other guys actually had curlers in their hair. It was quite funny and would make a great SNL sketch.

In a separate dream, I was excited to be moving to London until I realized I would have to drive on the wrong side of the road. Then I realized I couldn't take my car because the driver's seat is on the left. Although my Dad tells me that French people are allowed to drive their cars, on the left side of the road, in England. And vice versa for English drivers driving in the right hand seat on the right hand road in France. Random fact for you.

Whoa, Dream Big!

I dreamt that I got 100% on an anatomy test. Not likely, but it was fun while it lasted.

New-ish Dreams

A while ago I had a dream that was sort of like being in a different language except it was in Sim. Everybody and everything was like being in the Sims. Kind of sad.

Last night I dreamt that I confronted certain people who currently live near me and informed them, accurately, that we had gone to high school together. Then this other guy came up to me and was like "well that means I went to high school with you too" as if to prove me wrong and I was like "yes, duh!" because I remembered him as well.

Destination Dream

I'm not sure how or why I was there, but I was on the booze cruise with our favorite office-mates and then some. Jim and Pam were together, but pregnant Karen was also there and she "lovin' up on" Jim. (We were all sitting at the same table.) Jim seemed ambivalent, if slightly uncomfortable and Pam looked pissed. Legitimately confused, I said "I thought you and Pam were together!" Jim kind of realized the precariousness of the situation and began to gently extricate himself from the caresses of the pregnant woman and I think Pam started to leave the group.

Then I ended up at Shannon's youth drug rehab facility that was apparently "in the hills near Moraga" as I later informed a radio DJ. We'll get to that. At first I was really happy to be visiting Shannon (and as far as I know, that's all it was. I don't believe I was being treated there.) but when we were alone in her office, I told her I wasn't comfortable, as I so tactfully put it, "staying in a room with a bunch of alkies because it would be weird." Needless to say, she didn't appreciate my candor or my judgementalism, if that's a word, and gave me a stern downdressing saying I shouldn't look down on them and that I could learn a thing or two. So I left to go join the alkies, I mean guests, at dinner. I was wearing a Nightmare Before Christmas glow-in-the-dark t-shirt of all things! At my table for dinner, I was in a booth with 4 or 5 patients who all looked like they 7 or 8. One little girl with long, light brown curls became attached to me (although I was never sure of her real age.) and sat in my lap, hugging me, and I think wanted to play with my hair. Then she gave me a tour and of several very interesting rooms, the one I remember the most was a ballet studio. I went in thinking I would twirl around and stretch out on the barre but there was a class in progress so I left.

The next morning I decided to do something Steph, who had apparently moved into the area, had wanted to do. She told me about this Asian guy about our age that she had met who was super smart, but very socially awkward. She wanted to call this radio show and have them talk to him, why I'm still not sure. So I call the radio DJ (and describe where I am: "the hills near Moraga") and he agrees to talk to the guy. This actually sounds really mean. Anyway, I try to figure out how I can call the guy and trick him into calling the radio station (I don't know him, but Steph gave me his phone number), stay on the line with the radio station or even give them his number because I'm on my phone calling them AND call Steph telling her to tune in. So I just decide to toss the whole thing and hang up on everybody.