#1
Having a conversation with my Grandma. She's very young and wearing a red dress. She's telling me all about how she and Grandpa used to go dancing "back in the day".
#2
At Showcase, only it looks nothing like Showcase. One of our troupe routines is set to "My First Kiss" by 3OH!3 and Ke$ha. We're all dressed in black and come on stage crawling and doing acrobatics like something out of Cirque du Soleil. We're also twirling something that looks like one of those light-up bouncy balls on a string. I'm stuck on the other side of the building and end up running on stage late and trying to sneak in through the back.
Note: Last night was pretty full of dreams but these are the two that I remember clearly. For those that aren't familiar, this is the song that was in my second dream.
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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Zhaabi? Shumba? Better ask Mr. Bean.
#1
Was at the Shaabi (bellydance) workshop I'm supposed to be attending this weekend. Somehow it ended up being a giant Zumba class.
#2
Went to see Suze to check out her new car. Rather than the '99 station wagon I was expecting, she was driving a Mr. Bean car where the steering wheel unfolded out of the glove box. And it had one of those storage pods strapped to the top of the car but was off kilter because she parked too close to a low hanging tree branch. Her brother in law decided to join us for a drive. We were driving down River Road in Puyallup and thought we saw a tornado on the other side of the river. Turned out to be a tanker truck fire.
Was at the Shaabi (bellydance) workshop I'm supposed to be attending this weekend. Somehow it ended up being a giant Zumba class.
#2
Went to see Suze to check out her new car. Rather than the '99 station wagon I was expecting, she was driving a Mr. Bean car where the steering wheel unfolded out of the glove box. And it had one of those storage pods strapped to the top of the car but was off kilter because she parked too close to a low hanging tree branch. Her brother in law decided to join us for a drive. We were driving down River Road in Puyallup and thought we saw a tornado on the other side of the river. Turned out to be a tanker truck fire.
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