MORNING OF MAY 11, 2011
Eric and I met Will Ferrell and Craig Robinson, who play Darryl on The Office at some type of in-store signing or something. No doubt my subconscious supplied this thanks to Ferrell's recent guest stint on that show. I remember little about the meeting in the dream except having them sign something.
Some time after this, I drove to a comic book store that was part of a large strip mall. I met Eric inside where we looked around at the wide variety of geeky merchandise. I remember seeing an Iron Man T-shit, which for some reason I really wanted to buy, even though I'm no particular fan of Iron Man (I didn't buy it anyway). It turns out Will Ferrell and Craig Robinson were also doing a signing at this store while we were there!
I remember telling Eric that I wish I had brought my Bender action figure for Ferrell to sign, "since he does the voice of Bender on Futurama" (he of course does not, but in my dream I guess I thought he did).
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Fey Improv
MORNING OF MAY 9, 2011
Richard and I were reunited with a friend we knew a few years ago. He told us he was independently filming his own documentary film, and showed us some of the early footage. It was all very amateurish, but we both agreed to join in when he asked us to be a part of it.
Shortly after this, he came to us and explained that the direction of the film was changing. It was no longer a documentary, but would be a comedy with a scripted story. I remember filming one of my scenes. It took place in a small cafe of some kind. I was supposed to be playing the loner, rejected high school student. All the "cool kids" were sitting at one table. Tina Fey played the part of one of the cool kids.
Tina's character rolled her eyes and begrudgingly came over to my character's table, just to "do the right thing". The exchange between our characters was entirely improvised, and it ended up being hilarious. I can't recall any of our lines, but I remember the pride and excitement I felt when the scene wrapped, having just held my own in an improvisational skit with Tina Fey!
There was a different dream in which I was in a store with my parents. They were paying for something and received twenty-five dollars in change. My dad just handed the $25 over to me and told me to buy something with it. There was a rack of generic compilation CDs behind the checkout counter, and I bought a couple of those.
Back in my parents' car I sat holding the CDs and wondering why I'd payed good money for them. My dad asked me some simple question and it took me several seconds to answer him. I remember wondering why I wasn't answering him right away, and I kept thinking, "Well, answer him!" Finally, I replied--and woke myself up actually speaking out loud.
Richard and I were reunited with a friend we knew a few years ago. He told us he was independently filming his own documentary film, and showed us some of the early footage. It was all very amateurish, but we both agreed to join in when he asked us to be a part of it.
Shortly after this, he came to us and explained that the direction of the film was changing. It was no longer a documentary, but would be a comedy with a scripted story. I remember filming one of my scenes. It took place in a small cafe of some kind. I was supposed to be playing the loner, rejected high school student. All the "cool kids" were sitting at one table. Tina Fey played the part of one of the cool kids.
Tina's character rolled her eyes and begrudgingly came over to my character's table, just to "do the right thing". The exchange between our characters was entirely improvised, and it ended up being hilarious. I can't recall any of our lines, but I remember the pride and excitement I felt when the scene wrapped, having just held my own in an improvisational skit with Tina Fey!
There was a different dream in which I was in a store with my parents. They were paying for something and received twenty-five dollars in change. My dad just handed the $25 over to me and told me to buy something with it. There was a rack of generic compilation CDs behind the checkout counter, and I bought a couple of those.
Back in my parents' car I sat holding the CDs and wondering why I'd payed good money for them. My dad asked me some simple question and it took me several seconds to answer him. I remember wondering why I wasn't answering him right away, and I kept thinking, "Well, answer him!" Finally, I replied--and woke myself up actually speaking out loud.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Face/Off
MORNING OF APRIL 25, 2011
This is by far one of the weirdest and most bizarre dreams I've ever experienced. I should mention that I've never seen the (no doubt) cheesy 90's Nic Cage movie, "Face/Off", but this dream had the same premise...
I was apparently part of some sort of "undercover operation", the motives of which are unclear to me now. Due to the "undercover" nature of the mission, it was necessary for this woman who was on my team and I to exchange faces, so we could be disguised when we went to gather information.
I vaguely remember lying on the operating table and numbly feeling the pressure of the doctor cutting around my face, and then the next thing I know, the procedure is finished. It felt like I was wearing a Halloween mask or something--sort of stuffy and my vision looked as though I were seeing things through a mask's eye-holes. There was no pain, but my face felt "tight", and there was a lot of pressure whenever I moved anything or made any expression.
There are more vague memories of our friends and associates freaking when they saw us with our switched faces. I never actually saw the woman while she wore my face. She was there in the dream, but I just don't remember ever actually laying eyes on her and seeing my face on her. I also never actually looked in a mirror and saw her face on mine, either. I only felt it.
Eventually some of my associates and I were seated in a beautiful, ornate theater waiting for a live show of some kind to begin. I knew this was the last night of our undercover mission, and I was supposed to rendezvous with the other woman so we could switch back to our proper faces. I kept scanning the crowd, looking for her. I started to get nervous because I didn't want anything to happen to her while she had my face! That's all I recall.
There was another, brief dream featuring a news report on TV showing helicopter footage of a police car chase in California. It was reminiscent of the infamous O.J. Simpson "white Bronco" footage. At some point it was revealed that the driver of the fleeing car was "Weird Al" Yankovic. The entire chase was completely staged as a promotional stunt for his upcoming new album, "Alpocalypse".
This is by far one of the weirdest and most bizarre dreams I've ever experienced. I should mention that I've never seen the (no doubt) cheesy 90's Nic Cage movie, "Face/Off", but this dream had the same premise...
I was apparently part of some sort of "undercover operation", the motives of which are unclear to me now. Due to the "undercover" nature of the mission, it was necessary for this woman who was on my team and I to exchange faces, so we could be disguised when we went to gather information.
I vaguely remember lying on the operating table and numbly feeling the pressure of the doctor cutting around my face, and then the next thing I know, the procedure is finished. It felt like I was wearing a Halloween mask or something--sort of stuffy and my vision looked as though I were seeing things through a mask's eye-holes. There was no pain, but my face felt "tight", and there was a lot of pressure whenever I moved anything or made any expression.
There are more vague memories of our friends and associates freaking when they saw us with our switched faces. I never actually saw the woman while she wore my face. She was there in the dream, but I just don't remember ever actually laying eyes on her and seeing my face on her. I also never actually looked in a mirror and saw her face on mine, either. I only felt it.
Eventually some of my associates and I were seated in a beautiful, ornate theater waiting for a live show of some kind to begin. I knew this was the last night of our undercover mission, and I was supposed to rendezvous with the other woman so we could switch back to our proper faces. I kept scanning the crowd, looking for her. I started to get nervous because I didn't want anything to happen to her while she had my face! That's all I recall.
There was another, brief dream featuring a news report on TV showing helicopter footage of a police car chase in California. It was reminiscent of the infamous O.J. Simpson "white Bronco" footage. At some point it was revealed that the driver of the fleeing car was "Weird Al" Yankovic. The entire chase was completely staged as a promotional stunt for his upcoming new album, "Alpocalypse".
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Cynical Statuette
MORNING OF APRIL 19, 2011
I remember only one detail from this dream: Somewhere I had found a small statuette depicting a little boy dressed like a cowboy riding a stick horse. Text was engraved at the base of the figure, reading, "Who cares? People aren't good for anything except for just chilling out with sometimes, or making fun of them."
I remember only one detail from this dream: Somewhere I had found a small statuette depicting a little boy dressed like a cowboy riding a stick horse. Text was engraved at the base of the figure, reading, "Who cares? People aren't good for anything except for just chilling out with sometimes, or making fun of them."
Monday, April 18, 2011
Al vs. Al
MORNING OF APRIL 18, 2011
For some reason I was hanging out with "Weird Al" Yankovic. We were watching the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video and I was reminiscing about how it had been popular when I was in high school.
Somehow this led to Al and I deciding to film a comedy video to post on YouTube. In the video I played the younger, 80's version of Al, and he played the modern day version. My Al had time traveled from the past to confront the modern Al and they did battle. Filming the faux fight scene is my last memory.
For some reason I was hanging out with "Weird Al" Yankovic. We were watching the "Smells Like Teen Spirit" video and I was reminiscing about how it had been popular when I was in high school.
Somehow this led to Al and I deciding to film a comedy video to post on YouTube. In the video I played the younger, 80's version of Al, and he played the modern day version. My Al had time traveled from the past to confront the modern Al and they did battle. Filming the faux fight scene is my last memory.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Conan Contest and a Missing Girl
MORNING OF APRIL 16, 2011
I, along with a small group of select other people, had won a contest which allowed us to spend a day at an amusement park with Conan O'Brien. I have vague memories of just hanging around the park with Conan as he cracked wise. At the end of the day, he gave each of us a T-shirt with a funny catch phrase printed on it. The phrase was supposedly one he'd coined that same day and that we'd all been using as an in-joke (I can't recall what it was). I remember realizing after I had already left the event that the shirt I'd received was the wrong size.
In another dream I was hanging out with my cousin. He and I were especially close when we were growing up, and in my dream he was still a kid (I assume I was my current age, though the ages were of no issue in the dream). We had heard on the news about a young girl who had been kidnapped in the area and everyone was searching for her. We decided to join the search teams.
Our search team was led by Leeza Gibbons! I have not heard or thought of this personality in literally years, so I have no idea where she came from, but there she was. We searched up and down a wooded trail that was similar to a real-life trail where I often walk. Leeza was the first to find a shallow grave just off the trail. The "grave" contained personal items that had belonged to the girl, but no actual remains. Leeza brought in a film crew and was reporting the find, vowing we wouldn't rest until the actual girl was found.
I, along with a small group of select other people, had won a contest which allowed us to spend a day at an amusement park with Conan O'Brien. I have vague memories of just hanging around the park with Conan as he cracked wise. At the end of the day, he gave each of us a T-shirt with a funny catch phrase printed on it. The phrase was supposedly one he'd coined that same day and that we'd all been using as an in-joke (I can't recall what it was). I remember realizing after I had already left the event that the shirt I'd received was the wrong size.
In another dream I was hanging out with my cousin. He and I were especially close when we were growing up, and in my dream he was still a kid (I assume I was my current age, though the ages were of no issue in the dream). We had heard on the news about a young girl who had been kidnapped in the area and everyone was searching for her. We decided to join the search teams.
Our search team was led by Leeza Gibbons! I have not heard or thought of this personality in literally years, so I have no idea where she came from, but there she was. We searched up and down a wooded trail that was similar to a real-life trail where I often walk. Leeza was the first to find a shallow grave just off the trail. The "grave" contained personal items that had belonged to the girl, but no actual remains. Leeza brought in a film crew and was reporting the find, vowing we wouldn't rest until the actual girl was found.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Japanese Restaurant
MORNING OF APRIL 12, 2011
I was in a Japanese restaurant to pick up some take-out. A Japanese lady in full Kabuki attire stood at the front desk. When she told me the total for my order, I realized my debit card was not in my wallet. I began to panic, because I couldn't remember when I last used it and where I might have lost it. Even though it was not crowded in the restaurant at all, the lady quickly became very irritable with me for taking up her time.
Oddest of all is the fact that throughout this entire dream, there was music from the "Katamari Damacy" video game soundtrack playing in the restaurant.
I was in a Japanese restaurant to pick up some take-out. A Japanese lady in full Kabuki attire stood at the front desk. When she told me the total for my order, I realized my debit card was not in my wallet. I began to panic, because I couldn't remember when I last used it and where I might have lost it. Even though it was not crowded in the restaurant at all, the lady quickly became very irritable with me for taking up her time.
Oddest of all is the fact that throughout this entire dream, there was music from the "Katamari Damacy" video game soundtrack playing in the restaurant.
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