Friday, November 26, 2010

Vegas, baby!

#1
Walking through Treasure Island with Brian and Brittany. I say something to the effect of, "I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but despite the whole 'pirate' thing, I've never stayed at Treasure Island." They inform me that I have mentioned that. More than once.

#2
Still in Vegas, but this time it's with Amanda and we're there for a theater/acting convention. I miss the last workshop to pick Suze & DJ up at the airport. Some how I end up getting to watch a sneak peek/ rehearsal of Glee.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Croutons, Chick Flicks and Michael Jackson

#1
Cleaning up after family photos with Suze & DJ. DJ's in the front yard trying to make croutons by frying several pieces of bread on a BBQ. He keeps tossing the soggy/overly buttered pieces out. I find this very frustrating, as I keep telling him that I'm hungry and would gladly eat them. Suze's grandma then yells at me not to forget my lily plant.



#2
Walking through a movie theater. Not 100% sure of the movie being shown but it looks like Eat Pray Love. The theater is packed. I end up sitting on the floor with a bunch of people who are obviously part of a book club. Two women down in front begin to argue loudly. Looks like it might turn into a fist fight. I look around for somewhere else to sit.



#3
In the TV room of my grandparents' old house. There are about a dozen people with me. We're all there to learn the steps for Michael Jackson's Thriller dance. We're supposed to be performing Thriller at some sort of upcoming stadium flash mob. One of the people (Michaela Ripley) gets up to demonstrate the choreography and it's nothing like the actual Thriller dance. We agree, as a group, that this particular choreography is stupid. 

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Perhaps sushi is the key...

#1
Trying to organize a weekly get together with Suze & DJ, Jules & Amanda, and Julie & Jason. I suggest we get together and watch episodes of "A Bit of Fry and Laurie".  Somehow this degenerates into a search of YouTube videos involving Hugh Laurie and an Auto-Tune.



#2
I'm standing outside the house I grew up in. I'm being told I need to finish coming up with an idea for SCATS. I suggest a "bring us up to speed" comic that summarizes all the previous comics. Mainly, I'm suggesting this so I don't have to write anything.




Note: See, outside stimuli CAN affect my dreams. Last night I had sushi with the creators and fans of SCATS, a web comic featured weekly on feedtacoma.com. The event included a quiz and whoever won the quiz got to pick the setting for the next round of comics. I didn't win (not even close).

Also, earlier this week I was watching a documentary on Eddie Izzard and he mentioned being in a college comedy troupe that was in direct competition with the Footlights, the comedy troupe of Cambridge University (which included Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie). I had also recently added all 4 seasons of "A Bit of Fry and Laurie" to my Netflix queue. Haven't watched them yet.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Death by Fashion

#1
The Old Navy Fairy (an angry man in his 20s, wearing a black t-shirt) is crouched on my bed and throwing Old Navy order-by-mail bags at my head as I'm lying there. This makes me very upset because I know that all of the clothes in the bags are too big for me. He then tries to suffocate me with one of the bags.




Note: I have no idea where the "Old Navy Fairy" came from, but I did have a problem with my last Old Navy order being too big and having to return everything. It was a nice ego boost, but also kind of sucked because I couldn't exchange the items for smaller sizes. I could only return them and buy new ones (which were no longer on sale). Lame.

Additional note: This dream was from Friday night. I spent the rest of the weekend incredibly short on sleep so if I dreamed anything, I couldn't tell ya.

Friday, November 12, 2010

It's a bird! It's a plane!

#1
It's night time and I'm standing at the edge of a cliff looking up at the stars. I notice one that's much larger than the others. It has an orange glow. It starts getting bigger and bigger and I realize it's a meteor. I watch as it comes down and crashes near me. There's dust everywhere and I can feel the heat coming off of it. I walk toward the crater and there's a baby Superman with blonde curly hair sitting there looking at me.





Note: Imagine the baby with blonder and curlier hair. That's how friggin creepy it was.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dreaming of Sarah Palin?

#1
At Showcase in Hillsboro. Walk onstage to perform my trio piece and the entire center of the stage is missing. We try to dance anyway but Nick falls off the edge of the stage and our music stops playing. I ask my instructor if we can just start over or try again at a later time but she won't let me.

#2
This one's pretty disjointed but I remember my friend Lisa and her kids walking through some sort of tunnel and out onto a stage. I follow but the stage is very slippery and my shoes won't grip so I slide right off the edge of the stage. I do, however, land on my feet.

#3
In some sort of industrial kitchen with Brittany and Ali (2 of my co-workers). We need to leave but the only way out is up. I'm the only one wearing sneakers so I climb up a wall of fish aquariums and help pull them up.


Note: Yesterday, co-workers Ali and Glen conspired to make me dream about Sarah Palin. Ali started by providing factoids such as the year she was born and the fact that she was the youngest governor of Alaska. Glen started sneaking pictures of Sarah Palin into my purse, on my desk, and in the pocket of my coat. Another co-worker changed his chat avatar to a pic of Sarah Palin, figuring that subtlety was the way to go. I left work and headed to dance practice, but even my dance buddies were talking about Sarah Palin!

However, last night I didn't dream about anything even remotely related to Sarah Palin.

Cuz I'm a maverick, bitchez.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Kate Gosselin climbs like a monkey.

#1
I am at my high school reunion which is set in some sort of stadium. There are pop up canopies everywhere with groups of people standing under them. My canopy includes myself, Suze, and some girls I went to school with (Aubrey Bean, Natalie Heckman, and Rebekka Gunther). Apparently we've decided to form a band and have grabbed a guy from the next tent over because he knows how to play the drums.



#2
I'm at Jimmy T's in Kent, WA for the upcoming Michael Jackson bellydance show. The place is packed. The first act performs and then I get up to talk about how the idea for the show came to be. I get ready to announce the next act, which turns out to be 3 drag kings in light-up Elvis suits. They come out and start dancing to a mashup of Cold Hard Bitch and some song by AC/DC that I can't remember.



#3
I'm at Home Depot and someone has built an obstacle course. I am competing against Kate Gosselin and some other girl I don't recognize. One of the challenges involves climbing up a giant ladder and down the other side. After the competition is over (I don't think I won) I decide I want to run the course again, but someone has taken the ladder over to the lumber department. I chase them and try to explain that they can't just steal the ladder, we're in the middle of a competition! They explain that they have no choice; they need to bring some lumber down from one of the higher racks. I try to find one of my old coworkers in order to complain.




Note: This is a combination of last night's dream (#1) and a couple from the weekend. I actually had way more dreams than this, but I can't always remember enough to justify a blog entry. For instance, about a week ago I had a dream with comedian Dane Cook in it. I would have written about it, but the only thing I could remember was him going off on a tangent about Hungarians.  Another problem is that sometimes I dream truly depressing stuff that I don't feel is appropriate to share. This is supposed to be entertaining, not a downer.

Also, one of my co-workers sent me a cell phone pic of bacon right before I went to sleep last night. Sorry Mark. No bacon dreams.

Friday, November 5, 2010

I don't know what bluegrass looks like

#1
New Year's celebration at some sort of stadium (Cheney?). I'm helping to decorate the main stage. It's a bluegrass theme and will be emceed by Dolly Parton. There are hundreds of people milling around. I have to go back to the beergarden for a new wristband. Everyone starts heading out to the field to get a good spot for the fireworks show, even though the show doesn't start for 5 hours.



Ok, who saw "Dolly Parton" and immediately thought this dream was gonna be about boobs? I knew it. I am so disappointed in you...

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I will name him George

#1
Am on some sort of lame game show. 3 teams: Jules & Amanda, Brandy & Kyle, and Suze, DJ and I. Jules & Amanda win a cruise. Brandy & Kyle win a trip to the desert. Suze, DJ and I win a trip to some crappy part of California. PLUS, the trip can only be redeemed 2 months out of the year (I forget which months, but they were stupid). I go to complain about the prize and an employee confesses that the show is out of money. The only other option is a "fancy dinner" prize that is actually a (thawed) frozen chicken that they stole from a homeless guy who'd been keeping it as a pet.




Note: New pen w/ built in light works awesome!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Is it an alligator or a crocodile?

#1
There's a sheep in the river. Suze wants to save it but she's being chased by an alligator or crocodile (we seems to be arguing over which one it is). We manage to lock it in the garage. My friend's parents are there and want to know what's for lunch.

#2
There's a pounding on the door and a woman yelling that she's quit drinking. I yell at her to leave or I'll call the police. I go outside and there's a group of people dressed like they're from Alice in Wonderland. A huge fist fight breaks out. I keep trying to call 911 but my cell keeps calling B11.

#3
I'm working back at Spencer's at the mall, but only for 3 hours a day. I see my old coworker Shadlow and Deej (who never worked there). My ex-boyfriend Don is lurking around the mall as well.





Note: This may not be exactly what I dreamed but I'm deciphering several days worth of half coherent scribblings, many of which were written on top of each other. I have ordered a pen with a built in light so hopefully this will help the situation a bit.