Dreams Full of Heart

I dreamt that I met and hung out with Melissa Joan Hart. Which would pretty much be a childhood dream for me.

Won't be haunted by dreams I've deferred

Last night: I dreamt that I was Daniel Radcliffe's girlfriend. And we were nauseatingly affectionate. Then I had another dream that was really cool, except I don't remember very much now. It was sort of an epic magical fantasy and we rode around on horses in vaguely medieval costumes trying to a certain spot in a field where there were these whirling clouds overhead.

Before that: Amy and I went to "the city" but we were supposed to get back in time for Katie's sweet sixteen in the afternoon and Amy's parents anniversary in the evening which overlaped. We also saw Jeanne in the parking garage. We realized we only had 45 minutes to get back to Katie's party which was pushing it. First we got lost, and that made me stressed so I had even more trouble. Also part of the trip involved flying upside down. We missed the parties so I had to go where I was spending the night, Maggie's house (I don't know why!) although I didn't get there until 5AM and I was trying to sleep but Maggie and some of her Asian friends were leaving to go... uh somewhere not really sure. Some sort of protest I think but they were dressed like Mickey Mouse and friends and they told me it was a commentary on something cultural. Then Maggie's mom (who was completely unlike her real mom) comes in with a baby or more of a toddler who is really interested in my stuff but I'm still trying to sleep and the mom is all "Yeah, this is where he works." implying that I'm in the way. Then another guy named Glenn came in and he had a whole 'nother family although so I think they were polyamorous. Plus another guy who is a member at the club named Mr. Macnamara and he was just visiting his secret family and he kept saying "Aren't I cool like _____?" and naming random celebrities that really didn't pertain to the young audience although they heartily agreed. Then I moved the cot around the room, which was entirely pepto bismal pink, carpet and walls with just a cot and one pink dresser. I was tired but I also really wanted to leave. Eventually I woke up.

And here are some dreams I neglected to post for a long time but I had them at Camp Barnabas so here they are and entitled:

Campy Dreams

I dreamt that my car was stolen.

Secondly, I dreamt that I was bitten by a child and it left several concentric marks like so:

Almost sharklike. Then I saw a demon trying to kill a baby being held by a woman and I tried to grab the baby and tried to shout all the usual things that one does when they are performing an exorcism but all the adults around (this took place in an elevator) couldn't see the demon so they were trying to get the baby away from me except one little boy who could see it too and pointed and said "Look!" so the adults sort of paused and it became eerie. Needless to say, this dream totally freaked me out.

Then I had another dream that upset me so much that I tired to fall asleep in the dream in order to wake up but I couldn't remember what the dream was about.

Dancing Through Dream

I dreamt that I was at some sort of school/camp. I know I had to go to classes, but that we (this being a lot of friends from various places making cameos) were sleeping in cabins and everything was in a woodsy area. The dining hall was exasperating because a) I could never find Amy and Katie to eat with them and b) the line was really long and went out the door. You couldn't just go to the end either you had to check in at the cash register to get a stamp then go out and get at the end of the line. Then I was a volunteer in some sort of performance. We were in ballet get up, but no one was a trained dancer except for two curly guys. We danced inexpertly (as was required of us) and then all fell on the stage. Then Clinton Kelly walked on stage and sang a song. (This is legit, yo, he used to work as a singer on a cruise line. For realsies.) After the show was over, he made us all stay and went all evil ballet mistress on us.

And this one just for fun:

Broken Dreams

1. I dreamt that I was at a restaurant and ordered french toast but it came in one of those red plastic diner baskets and also in a puddle of what I believe to be butter so it was super soggy and disgusting. Later, I asked my mom to make french toast but she said she wouldn't make it because I had just had some the day before but I argued that it wasn't good, so it didn't count.

2 and 3. These dreams were actually interspersed, a la Julie and Julia except that I was in both of them. In one of them, I was at a theatre and I was looking for a bathroom but I couldn't find one that didn't have a long line. It was more exciting than it sounds because, I dunno it was a cool theatre and I was exploring weird not-totally-allowed-to-go-into areas. In the second story I was a Zooey Deschanel-type actress filming a quirky romantic comedy where my eccentric character falls in love with the loser skinny guy with messy dark hair much to the chagrin of the blond barrell chested jock. The jock in question, whose name was Ian and looked like this guy John from Camp Barnabas whom I called Jack in my head but Tyler called Eathan, had a car that was like the Indiana Jones ride vehicles: several rows and no top. Each row had a different sports logo adorning it. I or I guess my character was hanging out with him and all his beer-chugging muscle-toting buddies and they were being jackdonkeys and I went for a walk, leaving my purse (Stupid, I know. I didn't write it.) and then they drove off. I met up with them somewhere else but they didn't get my purse and they wouldn't take me back to get it and I was mad. He tried to take my arm and told me to get back in the car (as they so often do) but I refused. The last scene we filmed was the lame but sweet guy and I were frolicking in some tall "California gold" grass. And I wore a longish navy summer dress with tiny yellow and orange flowers all over it. Yeah.

Dreamer's Remorse

Last night I dreamt that I was at a fancy department store trying on dresses and then Beeler called and told me that Kasy (? During the dream I thought it was Lindsey. Sorry Lindsey.) had died. I decided to make her a large condolence poster but I couldn't figure out what to say that was both sympathetic and yet hopeful. It went something like "I'm so sorry for your loss but it's good that we believe in Heaven..." You can easily see the difficulty. Then Steph and Anushka showed up and I asked them how she died but they deftly avoided the question. Then I suggested dinner at Fudd's or Applebee's but they didn't want to do that either. We were late to go where ever we were supposed to go so I think we started to go there.

Gone with the Dream

It's been a while, but not necessarily for lack of dreams but lack of not being too lazy to post them.

I can't make sense of much of the dream I had last night except that there was some sort of catastrophe going on, but throughout the whole thing (whether I liked it or not, although I usually did) Rhett Butler was nearby. So, that was awesome.