Baby Time!

#1
Someone's chasing me through a house. I run outside and hide under the porch behind some lattice. (I blame episodes of Burn Notice for this dream)

#2
Suze is super pregnant and ready to pop. Her stomach's rippling and I can see the baby pressing its face against the walls of her stomach like people press their faces against glass. (It was only mildly creepy looking.)

#3
I'm standing in a parking garage and get a call from DeeJay that it's time for Suze to give birth. I run outside and wait on the corner jumping up and down saying, "It's baby time! Babybabybabybabybaby." Suze and DeeJay are walking toward me from a parking lot. Suze insists that before we go to the hospital we need to stop for ice cream and get our hair done.

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.

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. 

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.

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