MORNING OF JULY 20, 2012
On the vague chance that anyone has read any of these dreams at all, let alone several from the past couple of months, you've probably ascertained that I recently took a level two improvisational comedy course with a local improv troupe. Now I'm an actual member of said troupe, and such is reflected in the first element of the following dream:
Pretty much every member of the troupe was in a classroom setting. It looked a lot like my high school. The troupe leader was addressing us and getting newer group members to participate in random exercises. He was tossing out words and having people do a bit centered around that word. He never got to me in the dream, but for some reason, as I sat there awaiting my inevitable turn, I was drawing a total blank, and that scared me. I felt so much pressure!
(I've had several similar anxiety-based dreams since joining the troupe, but most went no further than just that, so they haven't been chronicled.)
From the classroom, many of us entered into a grocery store. We were milling about, having taken our own separate paths through the store, making purchases. I vaguely remember having a conversation with someone while I browsed items on a shelf.
At this point the dream sort of morphed to a situation where, still inside a store, I was browsing on my laptop. I was trying to store away some files--I think by putting them on a flash drive--and something weird happened. A window popped up asking me if I was sure I wanted to execute so-and-so command. Mistakenly thinking it was pertaining to the activity at hand, I clicked "yes".
Not long after this I realized I'd just deleted most the files from my computer! I was so distraught. The loss of all my music was one of my biggest concerns, though it was all horrible. Fretting over this was my last memory.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
The House of Tomorrow!
MORNING OF JULY 10, 2012
For some reason I my parents called me and told me they'd signed us all up to spend the night in some sort of strange house. The house was meant to be a trial of sorts for a "home of the future" that would mostly be self-keeping through the magic of robots and machines. It very much had the feel of some old 40's or 50's cartoon in which similar things are imagined.
I have vague memories of being in this house with my parents overnight, checking out some of the mechanics and inventions that kept the place running, etc. The main thing I remember is that there was a girl there about my age, and I found out my parents had invited her to come. I tried to explain to them that I had already had a girlfriend, so this was going to be terribly awkward. I can only faintly recall talking with this girl some. And I remember she was a brunette.
At the end of the dream there was something about the house malfunctioning and machines going haywire. we had to try to escape. We ultimately did, though it was scary.
My final memory is that I saw my maternal grandfather, who has been dead some years now, walking around in a bedroom in my grandparents' house. He said something to me about that robotic future house, warning that things were bound to go wrong with it. I debated whether to tell him that he was right, and that my parents and I had nearly been it's victim. This is about where the dream ended.
For some reason I my parents called me and told me they'd signed us all up to spend the night in some sort of strange house. The house was meant to be a trial of sorts for a "home of the future" that would mostly be self-keeping through the magic of robots and machines. It very much had the feel of some old 40's or 50's cartoon in which similar things are imagined.
I have vague memories of being in this house with my parents overnight, checking out some of the mechanics and inventions that kept the place running, etc. The main thing I remember is that there was a girl there about my age, and I found out my parents had invited her to come. I tried to explain to them that I had already had a girlfriend, so this was going to be terribly awkward. I can only faintly recall talking with this girl some. And I remember she was a brunette.
At the end of the dream there was something about the house malfunctioning and machines going haywire. we had to try to escape. We ultimately did, though it was scary.
My final memory is that I saw my maternal grandfather, who has been dead some years now, walking around in a bedroom in my grandparents' house. He said something to me about that robotic future house, warning that things were bound to go wrong with it. I debated whether to tell him that he was right, and that my parents and I had nearly been it's victim. This is about where the dream ended.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
You Date My Seester!
MORNING OF JUNE 28, 2012
First I dreamed that my bed collapsed onto the floor and woke me up. I can't remember what happened after that.
Next I remember being at home and a pretty blonde Russian girl with a thick accent asked to borrow a short, so I gave her a long-sleeved white shirt. A few moments later, my boss came into the room and took a shirt from the closet without asking. I followed him out of the room, but he wouldn't answer me.
Finally, I was in a room with the Russian girl again. She was wearing my shirt and a tiny pair of shorts. She looked so sexy. She began explaining to me in her broken English that I should date her sister. "She have three kids. Very pretty!" she kept saying. I was trying to explain to her that I already had a girlfriend (and even if I didn't, the "three kids" thing wouldn't have been helping the case she was making).
First I dreamed that my bed collapsed onto the floor and woke me up. I can't remember what happened after that.
Next I remember being at home and a pretty blonde Russian girl with a thick accent asked to borrow a short, so I gave her a long-sleeved white shirt. A few moments later, my boss came into the room and took a shirt from the closet without asking. I followed him out of the room, but he wouldn't answer me.
Finally, I was in a room with the Russian girl again. She was wearing my shirt and a tiny pair of shorts. She looked so sexy. She began explaining to me in her broken English that I should date her sister. "She have three kids. Very pretty!" she kept saying. I was trying to explain to her that I already had a girlfriend (and even if I didn't, the "three kids" thing wouldn't have been helping the case she was making).
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Trail Bikes
MORNING OF JUNE 16, 2012
I was walking along some trail in a woodsy area. I came to a place where people could borrow bicycles to ride the trails and decided I wanted to to that. But there was only one bike currently available. It was very old and rusty, and tied to a tree in a way that I couldn't get it free. I remember other bicyclists passing me by as I stood there. I kept hoping one of them would stop and return their bike to the queue so that I could use it, but they never did.
Another dream dealt with the stray cat I feed at work, but in the dream it was a totally different-looking cat. Unlike the real-life cat, the dream one let me pet it.
I was walking along some trail in a woodsy area. I came to a place where people could borrow bicycles to ride the trails and decided I wanted to to that. But there was only one bike currently available. It was very old and rusty, and tied to a tree in a way that I couldn't get it free. I remember other bicyclists passing me by as I stood there. I kept hoping one of them would stop and return their bike to the queue so that I could use it, but they never did.
Another dream dealt with the stray cat I feed at work, but in the dream it was a totally different-looking cat. Unlike the real-life cat, the dream one let me pet it.
Quirky Anonymous
MORNING OF JUNE 15, 2012
I was attending a sketch pitch/writing meeting with the fellow members of my improv troupe (as we just did in real life). In the dream I pitched a sketch in which Zooey Deschanel attended "Quirky Anonymous" meetings.
I was attending a sketch pitch/writing meeting with the fellow members of my improv troupe (as we just did in real life). In the dream I pitched a sketch in which Zooey Deschanel attended "Quirky Anonymous" meetings.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
The Parking Lot Party
MORNING OF JUNE 7, 2012
One of the Pixar animators that I follow on Twitter linked to a special "Roger Rabbit" movie they were making just for fun, because they were fans of the film--it wasn't an official project. I vaguely remember watching the short film and being impressed.
Then I remember meeting my friend Eric in some parking lot where people were having a picnic or party. He explained that these were people he worked with, and it was a work-related party. It was very awkward for me to make conversation with these people. There were a lot of pigeons in the parking lot.
One of the people showed me a catalog that offered LEGO sets based on Shaun of the Dead and Back to the Future, and I thought they looked so cool.
One of the Pixar animators that I follow on Twitter linked to a special "Roger Rabbit" movie they were making just for fun, because they were fans of the film--it wasn't an official project. I vaguely remember watching the short film and being impressed.
Then I remember meeting my friend Eric in some parking lot where people were having a picnic or party. He explained that these were people he worked with, and it was a work-related party. It was very awkward for me to make conversation with these people. There were a lot of pigeons in the parking lot.
One of the people showed me a catalog that offered LEGO sets based on Shaun of the Dead and Back to the Future, and I thought they looked so cool.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Found the Chapstick!
MORNING OF JUNE 5, 2012
I was riding around in a car with some people. One of them was Zooey Deschanel. At one point she exclaimed that she'd dropper her chapstick somewhere in the floorboard. I used the light from my cell phone to help her find it.
Thank you, subconscious, for the truly entertaining gem of a dream!
I was riding around in a car with some people. One of them was Zooey Deschanel. At one point she exclaimed that she'd dropper her chapstick somewhere in the floorboard. I used the light from my cell phone to help her find it.
Thank you, subconscious, for the truly entertaining gem of a dream!
Monday, June 4, 2012
Ah, She's From England
MORNING OF JUNE 4, 2012
For some reason I had to go to a special office one evening and sign some papers and official documents. I think it was supposed to be for something like a passport. The office was located in a little strip mall.
As I was approaching the entrance, I noticed a cute redheaded woman wearing a gray skirt and jacket with a white blouse and black heels standing inside one of the neighboring businesses. I didn't think much of it, other than that she was pretty.
Inside the office-of-whatever, someone directed me to a lady behind what looked like a bank teller's desk. She gave me the forms to sign, and then I had to wait around for something. There were several tables in the center of the room. It looked almost like a restaurant in that regard. I saw my friend Brandon, who I haven't seen in ages, sitting at on of the them, so I sat with him.
Then the cute redheaded lady came into the room. I heard her speak to someone and she had a British accent. I told Brandon, "Ah, she's from England, now it makes sense why she's in here." (Whatever that meant.)
For some reason I had to go to a special office one evening and sign some papers and official documents. I think it was supposed to be for something like a passport. The office was located in a little strip mall.
As I was approaching the entrance, I noticed a cute redheaded woman wearing a gray skirt and jacket with a white blouse and black heels standing inside one of the neighboring businesses. I didn't think much of it, other than that she was pretty.
Inside the office-of-whatever, someone directed me to a lady behind what looked like a bank teller's desk. She gave me the forms to sign, and then I had to wait around for something. There were several tables in the center of the room. It looked almost like a restaurant in that regard. I saw my friend Brandon, who I haven't seen in ages, sitting at on of the them, so I sat with him.
Then the cute redheaded lady came into the room. I heard her speak to someone and she had a British accent. I told Brandon, "Ah, she's from England, now it makes sense why she's in here." (Whatever that meant.)
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Meeting Karen
MORNING OF JUNE 3, 2012
Ashley and I were in a restaurant. We noticed that Karen Gillan ("Amy Pond" from Doctor Who) was seated at a nearby table. In the dream I was wearing a Doctor Who T-shirt that I had actually been wearing the night before ("Keep Calm and Don't Blink"). Karen saw us from across the way and, for some reason, waved as though she knew us. I ultimately figured out that she wanted to know what my shirt said, and then, because of the shirt, we got to meet her. My last memory is the three of us posing for a picture together.
Ashley and I were in a restaurant. We noticed that Karen Gillan ("Amy Pond" from Doctor Who) was seated at a nearby table. In the dream I was wearing a Doctor Who T-shirt that I had actually been wearing the night before ("Keep Calm and Don't Blink"). Karen saw us from across the way and, for some reason, waved as though she knew us. I ultimately figured out that she wanted to know what my shirt said, and then, because of the shirt, we got to meet her. My last memory is the three of us posing for a picture together.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Action Movie Scene
MORNING OF MAY 29, 2012
I was in a large, empty building or complex of some sort at night. I was vaguely aware that the place had been full of people at some point earlier in the dream. Suddenly, as I was creeping through one of the now-deserted rooms, the place shook violently, as from a bomb or an earthquake.
Rubble was falling all around me, and I ran and took cover under one of the dining tables. I consciously felt like I was in an action movie, and from that point on, I was in an action movie. The enemy was closing in on the building and I had to figure out what to do.
I was in a large, empty building or complex of some sort at night. I was vaguely aware that the place had been full of people at some point earlier in the dream. Suddenly, as I was creeping through one of the now-deserted rooms, the place shook violently, as from a bomb or an earthquake.
Rubble was falling all around me, and I ran and took cover under one of the dining tables. I consciously felt like I was in an action movie, and from that point on, I was in an action movie. The enemy was closing in on the building and I had to figure out what to do.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The Reluctant Caterpillar
MORNING OF MAY 26, 2012
I was dating Zooey Deschanel, but I related to her as though she was my actual real-life girlfriend, so I guess she was sort of a mash-up character in the dream. I vaguely remember we were at someone's house where a party of some sort was being held.
We were ready to go, but before we could leave, I for some reason felt like I had to walk over to the fireplace in the room where we were and pick up a potted plant. There was a caterpillar on a leaf of the plant which I picked up and tried to shove into a small, circular hole in the side of the pot. The caterpillar struggled and did not want to go into the hole, and it was very tricky trying to force it to go in without squishing it. For some reason I just "knew" this worm was supposed to live in the soil and not on the surface, so I was trying to "help" it by forcing it to crawl through the hole into the dirt.
There was some other part of the dream where "Zooey" and I had a very mild argument, I think because I was ready to go home and she wanted to stay. She huffed out of the room and sulked somewhere.
I was dating Zooey Deschanel, but I related to her as though she was my actual real-life girlfriend, so I guess she was sort of a mash-up character in the dream. I vaguely remember we were at someone's house where a party of some sort was being held.
We were ready to go, but before we could leave, I for some reason felt like I had to walk over to the fireplace in the room where we were and pick up a potted plant. There was a caterpillar on a leaf of the plant which I picked up and tried to shove into a small, circular hole in the side of the pot. The caterpillar struggled and did not want to go into the hole, and it was very tricky trying to force it to go in without squishing it. For some reason I just "knew" this worm was supposed to live in the soil and not on the surface, so I was trying to "help" it by forcing it to crawl through the hole into the dirt.
There was some other part of the dream where "Zooey" and I had a very mild argument, I think because I was ready to go home and she wanted to stay. She huffed out of the room and sulked somewhere.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tree Stump Scribble
MORNING OF MAY 23, 2012
In real life, one of the last things I did before going to bed last night was to send an e-mail to an artist I'm a fan of requesting a commission. The commission is intended to be of my original characters, Jennifer & Bueno. In my dream I had received the commission--but it was just a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled tree stump on it. Nothing more! I was so disappointed that I'd paid for this!
Other things were going on in the dream, but my most coherent memory is just my overwhelming dismay over this expensive, crappy little doodle.
In real life, one of the last things I did before going to bed last night was to send an e-mail to an artist I'm a fan of requesting a commission. The commission is intended to be of my original characters, Jennifer & Bueno. In my dream I had received the commission--but it was just a scrap of paper with a hastily scribbled tree stump on it. Nothing more! I was so disappointed that I'd paid for this!
Other things were going on in the dream, but my most coherent memory is just my overwhelming dismay over this expensive, crappy little doodle.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Michael Jackson Concert
MORNING OF MAY 20, 2012
I found a stash of family photos that were taken at a Michael Jackson concert sometime in the 80's. I never actually went to one. I would have been just a kid and my parents wouldn't have taken me in the first place. Even in the dream I was shocked to see them, because I "didn't remember" that my parents had taken me.
Judging by the not-very-good pictures, we had been way up in the nosebleed seats, because the stage was a faraway object with little specs of people on it. You could tell one of them apparently was wearing a bright red jacket, though.
Suddenly the dream changed to where I was actually sitting in the nosebleed seats at the actual concert! I only have vague memories of it, as it seemed to be over pretty soon. Filing through the lines of people after the show, I got word that Michael would be doing a meet-and-greet for a certain number of people. I decided to just follow the crowd over to the backstage area where this was supposed to happen.
As we waited in line for the meet-and-greet, it occurred to me that Michael Jackson was dead. This whole concert, and most certainly the meet-and-greet, were impossibilities. Then the line advanced and I could see the stage. There was a table spread with Micheal's former belongings. The table was surrounded by several large, bodyguard-type men wearing dark, hooded robes like monks.
These "monks" were using a special pen to sign items in MJ's name, then they'd hand them to a fan. It was very surreal.
The next thing I remember, I'm out of line and wandering around outside, though I can still see several lines formed in different areas. It all looked like a high school campus from the outside. I ran into my friend Julie from improv class and we spoke for a moment. then I think I got in another line and just stood there.
The weirdest thing about this dream is that at no point have I ever been any particular sort of Michael Jackson fan.
I found a stash of family photos that were taken at a Michael Jackson concert sometime in the 80's. I never actually went to one. I would have been just a kid and my parents wouldn't have taken me in the first place. Even in the dream I was shocked to see them, because I "didn't remember" that my parents had taken me.
Judging by the not-very-good pictures, we had been way up in the nosebleed seats, because the stage was a faraway object with little specs of people on it. You could tell one of them apparently was wearing a bright red jacket, though.
Suddenly the dream changed to where I was actually sitting in the nosebleed seats at the actual concert! I only have vague memories of it, as it seemed to be over pretty soon. Filing through the lines of people after the show, I got word that Michael would be doing a meet-and-greet for a certain number of people. I decided to just follow the crowd over to the backstage area where this was supposed to happen.
As we waited in line for the meet-and-greet, it occurred to me that Michael Jackson was dead. This whole concert, and most certainly the meet-and-greet, were impossibilities. Then the line advanced and I could see the stage. There was a table spread with Micheal's former belongings. The table was surrounded by several large, bodyguard-type men wearing dark, hooded robes like monks.
These "monks" were using a special pen to sign items in MJ's name, then they'd hand them to a fan. It was very surreal.
The next thing I remember, I'm out of line and wandering around outside, though I can still see several lines formed in different areas. It all looked like a high school campus from the outside. I ran into my friend Julie from improv class and we spoke for a moment. then I think I got in another line and just stood there.
The weirdest thing about this dream is that at no point have I ever been any particular sort of Michael Jackson fan.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
The Seance and the Parade
MORNING OF MAY 16, 2012
Ashley and I were watching a new episode of the current (second) season of Game of Thrones. There was a very intense scene which does not actually take place in the show or in the books, though in the dream I "remembered" it from the books.
Some Maester was seated at a table with Queen Cersei, who was demanding he contact a dead spirit for here. He laid out some herbs and other items on the table and eventually managed to call up a spirit, which was depicted as a sort of wispy, translucent, vaguely human form.
Cersei began to forcefully ask the spirit questions and demand answers. Suddenly, without touching her, the spirit violently slammed her head against the table then shoved her so that she fell over backwards in her chair. The spirit then leapt on top of her (as much as a smokey, translucent being can to that) and began speaking to her in a gravelly whisper of a voice that was more or less unintelligible.
After this, the spirit disappeared into a dead body that was in a bed elsewhere in the room. It was an extremely intense and disturbing scene!
After this I had a dream in which I was at a place that I guess was more or less Disney World. I was walking around the "Main Street" area on my own, but I was aware that I was there with other people who were currently off doing their own activities.
Suddenly a parade came down the street--and this is where it gets very hard to explain. As I watched the parade pass by, a man was explaining to me about the history of silent film. All of the passersby in the parade were actually silent film footage--they were in black and white, and had that unnatural, speeded-up movement you see in old films. It was exactly like watching a silent film of a parade, except it was passing right in front of me.
Someone in the parade was riding a donkey. The donkey had some material draped across it that was in bright red. The man beside me went on to explain how sometimes in the early days of film, they would hand paint certain frames of the film so that elements would appear in color, and that is what I was seeing here.
Eventually the surreal parade ended and I was wandering around on my own again. I realized I didn't have my camera and hadn't been taking any pictures from this entire trip, including the weird parade. I was very disappointed.
Ashley and I were watching a new episode of the current (second) season of Game of Thrones. There was a very intense scene which does not actually take place in the show or in the books, though in the dream I "remembered" it from the books.
Some Maester was seated at a table with Queen Cersei, who was demanding he contact a dead spirit for here. He laid out some herbs and other items on the table and eventually managed to call up a spirit, which was depicted as a sort of wispy, translucent, vaguely human form.
Cersei began to forcefully ask the spirit questions and demand answers. Suddenly, without touching her, the spirit violently slammed her head against the table then shoved her so that she fell over backwards in her chair. The spirit then leapt on top of her (as much as a smokey, translucent being can to that) and began speaking to her in a gravelly whisper of a voice that was more or less unintelligible.
After this, the spirit disappeared into a dead body that was in a bed elsewhere in the room. It was an extremely intense and disturbing scene!
After this I had a dream in which I was at a place that I guess was more or less Disney World. I was walking around the "Main Street" area on my own, but I was aware that I was there with other people who were currently off doing their own activities.
Suddenly a parade came down the street--and this is where it gets very hard to explain. As I watched the parade pass by, a man was explaining to me about the history of silent film. All of the passersby in the parade were actually silent film footage--they were in black and white, and had that unnatural, speeded-up movement you see in old films. It was exactly like watching a silent film of a parade, except it was passing right in front of me.
Someone in the parade was riding a donkey. The donkey had some material draped across it that was in bright red. The man beside me went on to explain how sometimes in the early days of film, they would hand paint certain frames of the film so that elements would appear in color, and that is what I was seeing here.
Eventually the surreal parade ended and I was wandering around on my own again. I realized I didn't have my camera and hadn't been taking any pictures from this entire trip, including the weird parade. I was very disappointed.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Community Golf
MORNING OF MAY 15, 2012
I was watching an episode of Community that had something to do with Jeff Winger pretending he was an expert at golf. He was interacting with a supposed golf pro, cockily talking up his skill set. Of course the pro wanted to take him out for a round of golf, and Jeff was terrified of being found out for a fraud.
Then I remember trying to contact me friend Eric, whose arrival I was apparently anticipating. He wasn't answering, and I was getting antsy because we were supposed to go to Atlanta and were on a tight schedule. I think we were supposed to go see some kind of live Community-related show, maybe? My memory is hazy from this point.
I was watching an episode of Community that had something to do with Jeff Winger pretending he was an expert at golf. He was interacting with a supposed golf pro, cockily talking up his skill set. Of course the pro wanted to take him out for a round of golf, and Jeff was terrified of being found out for a fraud.
Then I remember trying to contact me friend Eric, whose arrival I was apparently anticipating. He wasn't answering, and I was getting antsy because we were supposed to go to Atlanta and were on a tight schedule. I think we were supposed to go see some kind of live Community-related show, maybe? My memory is hazy from this point.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Great Wall
MORNING OF MAY 14, 2012
The Great Wall of China separated North and South Korea (geography made no difference in the dream). For some reason I was there, trapped in North Korea with my friend Eric and several other people. The dream mostly centered around a fantastic attempt to escape over the wall into South Korea.
The dream mostly played out like an action movie, and I can only remember vague snippets of exactly what happened. My group infiltrated the inside of the Great Wall, which was a modern-looking, high security facility. For some reason the guards along the wall were all German soldiers. We got stuck in one room with a German doctor who at first physically threatened me, but then was revealed to be a double-agent on our side.
One of the people on my team of escape artists was Arsenio Hall (probably because I'd been visiting my parents' this night, where part one of the season finale of Celebrity Apprentice had been watched). I remember him crawling under some equipment and rearranging some wires to make a door open.
The last part of the dream featured all of my group and the turncoat doctor running across the top of the Wall under a clear, moonlit sky. At this point Eric and I were aware that we were part of a movie made by Trey Parker and Matt Stone (probably because I can't think of North Korea without thinking of Kim Jong Il from their Team America movie).
There was a different dream later on in which I was having a very serious discussion with Ashley in her car. She was driving, but started to cry and asked if I could take the wheel for a while. We stopped the car and I got out and went around to the driver's side. Once I was seated, I saw that she was completely composed and free of tears. She explained that she just was tired of driving and had wanted me drive for a while.
The Great Wall of China separated North and South Korea (geography made no difference in the dream). For some reason I was there, trapped in North Korea with my friend Eric and several other people. The dream mostly centered around a fantastic attempt to escape over the wall into South Korea.
The dream mostly played out like an action movie, and I can only remember vague snippets of exactly what happened. My group infiltrated the inside of the Great Wall, which was a modern-looking, high security facility. For some reason the guards along the wall were all German soldiers. We got stuck in one room with a German doctor who at first physically threatened me, but then was revealed to be a double-agent on our side.
One of the people on my team of escape artists was Arsenio Hall (probably because I'd been visiting my parents' this night, where part one of the season finale of Celebrity Apprentice had been watched). I remember him crawling under some equipment and rearranging some wires to make a door open.
The last part of the dream featured all of my group and the turncoat doctor running across the top of the Wall under a clear, moonlit sky. At this point Eric and I were aware that we were part of a movie made by Trey Parker and Matt Stone (probably because I can't think of North Korea without thinking of Kim Jong Il from their Team America movie).
There was a different dream later on in which I was having a very serious discussion with Ashley in her car. She was driving, but started to cry and asked if I could take the wheel for a while. We stopped the car and I got out and went around to the driver's side. Once I was seated, I saw that she was completely composed and free of tears. She explained that she just was tired of driving and had wanted me drive for a while.
Decorating the Set
MORNING OF MAY 13, 2012
I was attending a local play which starred several actual area actors as well as some fictional people. It was a murder mystery. Someone had killed a rich woman, and the main two suspects were a guy that looked and sounded a lot like Orson Welles, and an attractive young girl with a ton of tattoos.
After the show I remember being backstage for some reason. The tattooed girl and I were having a conversation. Ashley was there with us, though I don't remember if she'd been in the audience before.
Somehow Ashley and I got roped into helping a guy decorate the set for the next play they'd be having. A lot of the decorations were of a Christmas theme. I specifically remember a lot of the Hallmark Keepsake Ornaments, such as ones with Disney and Peanuts characters like I have in real life.
There was also a giant, inflatable elephant in Alabama Crimson Tide football colors. We named the elephant a really strange name that I could no longer recall upon waking. For some reason it seems like it rhymed with "Star Wars"?
I was attending a local play which starred several actual area actors as well as some fictional people. It was a murder mystery. Someone had killed a rich woman, and the main two suspects were a guy that looked and sounded a lot like Orson Welles, and an attractive young girl with a ton of tattoos.
After the show I remember being backstage for some reason. The tattooed girl and I were having a conversation. Ashley was there with us, though I don't remember if she'd been in the audience before.
Somehow Ashley and I got roped into helping a guy decorate the set for the next play they'd be having. A lot of the decorations were of a Christmas theme. I specifically remember a lot of the Hallmark Keepsake Ornaments, such as ones with Disney and Peanuts characters like I have in real life.
There was also a giant, inflatable elephant in Alabama Crimson Tide football colors. We named the elephant a really strange name that I could no longer recall upon waking. For some reason it seems like it rhymed with "Star Wars"?
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Anime Doc
MORNING OF MAY 7, 2012
I vaguely remember watching an cartoon which featured some of the characters from the Back to the Future movies, though I don't think it was entirely based upon them. The interesting thing was that the animation was in the Japanese/Anime style. The scene I remember most clearly took place in a very futuristic world. Doc Brown, depicted in very much the "anime" style, was sitting in some kind of vehicle or contraption having an extremely hyper fit about something.
I vaguely remember watching an cartoon which featured some of the characters from the Back to the Future movies, though I don't think it was entirely based upon them. The interesting thing was that the animation was in the Japanese/Anime style. The scene I remember most clearly took place in a very futuristic world. Doc Brown, depicted in very much the "anime" style, was sitting in some kind of vehicle or contraption having an extremely hyper fit about something.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Original Art, Apparently?
MORNING OF MAY 5, 2012
I only vaguely recall anything abut this dream. It had something to do with the improv classes I've been taking, but there was original comic book art in the classroom. Some of it was my own, and some of it I had purchased from another artists? I think? I do remember holding framed, black and white art in my hands.
Clearly, this journal entry was worth my while!
I only vaguely recall anything abut this dream. It had something to do with the improv classes I've been taking, but there was original comic book art in the classroom. Some of it was my own, and some of it I had purchased from another artists? I think? I do remember holding framed, black and white art in my hands.
Clearly, this journal entry was worth my while!
Unexpectedly Quick Lunch Break
MORNING OF MAY 6, 2012
In real life, there is a Logan's Roadhouse restaurant within walking distance of where I work. For lunch, however, I always go for cheaper, "healthier" options from fast food restaurants than bigger meals from "sit-down" restaurants.
In my dream, I had decided to go to Logan's for my lunch break, only for some reason it was at night. There was a big crowd waiting to be seated and I put my name on the list and joined their ranks. I saw a group of fictional people that recognized me from somewhere. We greeted each other and then just sort of awkwardly fumbled around the way vague acquaintances will do when meeting each other in public.
Then I saw my dad there. He said he'd buy my lunch, and my next memory is that I had ordered my food, but I don't remember my dad still being there. I ate some kind of grilled chicken with vegetables and it was pretty good.
When I left the restaurant I noticed I still had the overwhelming majority of my lunch break left. I couldn't believe I'd gotten in and out of the restaurant so quickly--especially with the seemingly long wait to be seated.
In another part of the dream, or perhaps even a different on altogether, I was in a bookstore. I was reading an issue of a comic book and really enjoying it. I eventually decided to leave the store and just as I got out there door I realized I was still holding the comic book.
I went back inside to pay for it, but I asked them if they could just scan the comic and have it sent digitally to my Kindle. (In real life I only have a regular Kindle, and not an iPad or anything that would make reading digital comics very rewarding, yet I wanted it in the dream). I think the people in the store said they could definitely do this.
The memory of the last bit of the dream is very vague. I think I met some people on the side of the road an was able to answer their questions about something. Then I ran into the head of a local improv comedy troupe, who is teaching the beginner's improv 2 class that I've been taking. We talked about something, and this is about the time that I woke up.
In real life, there is a Logan's Roadhouse restaurant within walking distance of where I work. For lunch, however, I always go for cheaper, "healthier" options from fast food restaurants than bigger meals from "sit-down" restaurants.
In my dream, I had decided to go to Logan's for my lunch break, only for some reason it was at night. There was a big crowd waiting to be seated and I put my name on the list and joined their ranks. I saw a group of fictional people that recognized me from somewhere. We greeted each other and then just sort of awkwardly fumbled around the way vague acquaintances will do when meeting each other in public.
Then I saw my dad there. He said he'd buy my lunch, and my next memory is that I had ordered my food, but I don't remember my dad still being there. I ate some kind of grilled chicken with vegetables and it was pretty good.
When I left the restaurant I noticed I still had the overwhelming majority of my lunch break left. I couldn't believe I'd gotten in and out of the restaurant so quickly--especially with the seemingly long wait to be seated.
In another part of the dream, or perhaps even a different on altogether, I was in a bookstore. I was reading an issue of a comic book and really enjoying it. I eventually decided to leave the store and just as I got out there door I realized I was still holding the comic book.
I went back inside to pay for it, but I asked them if they could just scan the comic and have it sent digitally to my Kindle. (In real life I only have a regular Kindle, and not an iPad or anything that would make reading digital comics very rewarding, yet I wanted it in the dream). I think the people in the store said they could definitely do this.
The memory of the last bit of the dream is very vague. I think I met some people on the side of the road an was able to answer their questions about something. Then I ran into the head of a local improv comedy troupe, who is teaching the beginner's improv 2 class that I've been taking. We talked about something, and this is about the time that I woke up.
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