Saying yes...

Brief Celeb(?) Dream Sighting...

Update and correction below, thanks to aif!

I've been having a recurring dream for the past 5 days... I've been trying to paint and can't. It feels like I'm painting with mittens on. I wake up feeling kind of relieved, yet still kind of panicked. I know I know how to paint better than I am in those dreams and yet, those dreams keep coming back. Even if I wake up and realize it's a dream, if I go back to sleep, I'm painting with shoes on my hands or with my eyes shut or something that keeps me from doing what I know how to do. This is obviously a reaction to last week's painting class. That one got to me, I'm still not sure why it got to me on the level it did, but my sleeping brain is still trying to file the experience away.

Last night, my dream took a turn for the bizarre! I was having the same dream, I was trying to paint with something that looked like a large bbq basting brush when someone came in the room and said he was here for his date. I had no idea who his date was until he informed me it was me!! This man did not look like my type. For that matter, I had a feeling that I was not his type. He kind of reminded me of Liza Minnelli's ex-husband... he then took off his large black and gold, rhinestone encrusted sunglasses. IT WAS LIZA MINNELLI'S ex-husband! It was David Guest!!

I was sitting very close to him, still holding my basting brush and was noticing that he was really waxy looking. He also looked like he had been spray-painted. He was talking, I don't remember about what. He seemed nice enough, but he was rambling on when I noticed a twisted bit of Kleenex sticking out of one ear. I felt kind of embarrassed for him. He must have been wiping shaving cream from his ear and some tissue got stuck. He didn't look though like he ever needed to shave. He then turned his head and I saw that he had a twisted Kleenex in his other ear. He could hear what I was saying so I'm guessing he didn't have them in there to keep out noise.

I never figured out why I was going on a date with David Guest. We never went in my dream. He just kept on talking and I just kept looking at his Kleenex-laden ears,  his waxy skin and his HUGE sunglasses. I was also distracted by my bbq basting brush. I hoped that some day I would remember how to paint again.

Update: Last night was the first night where I did not have the recurring *unable to paint* dream. Apparently David Guest saved me. If you're having a recurring dream that you'd like to get rid of, might I suggest you request a dream appearance by Mr. Guest. I have no idea why it works, but apparently it does. Oh... it also could have been the fact that I finished part of a demo for my class yesterday and my weirdo brain finally remembered that I can still handle a paintbrush.

Update II:  LOL!! NO!!! It was not David Guest... it was David Gest! My thanks to aif and my apologies to the late David Guest.

You got your Brendan Fraser in my dream! No, you got your dream in my Brendan Fraser!

Neither snow nor illness nor dark of night shall keep me from reporting my celeb dreams.

I was at a huge party where Grizzled's brother was obviously getting married again, but to the same woman. I'm not sure what brought on this reaffirmation of commitment, but this was the reason for the party. Elton John is the entertainment. I hear him singing and think they are playing an album, but then turn around and see Elton John.  While there, I received notice that I had to go back to my high school. I've had this stickin' dream theme so many times that I even know it while dreaming. I kept telling them that this must be a mistake and know at some point, or hope at some point, that I'll wake up, but in the meantime, back to high school I go. It turns out my guidance counselor is Brendan Fraser. He seems nice enough. I tell him he looks like Brendan Fraser. He tells me he is Brendan Fraser. I ask him why he's a guidance counselor at my old school? He said he hasn't had many movie offers lately and figured he'd fill in with odd jobs. 

I am then sent to the class I apparently missed when going through high school the first time… it's in the natatorium. I am on the swim team and part of the responsibility for being on the team is that you have to scrub down the pool. I try to tell them that I was not on the swim team, that I have graduated from high school and college and that I have kids and a husband to get back to and that this is really going to mess with my schedule. I am told I only need to stay for a semester and so as long as I'm there, I may as well take some other classes. They tell me I should already know my schedule. I head off into the halls of the school wondering how on earth I am going to blend with students who could be my kids and start looking for my Pre-Calculus class. I find it, but something is wrong because Mr. Earl did not teach Pre-Calculus, he taught my Trig class. Mr. Jonas was my Pre-Calculus teacher… They send me back to do more pool scrubbing. It is there that I run into Brendan again. He is sitting on the edge of the pool and tells me I don't need to scrub, we can just ride out our time there talking and drinking coffee. I wake up and remember, I'm out of coffee…

Back to reality. It's another cold snowy morning and I've got painting class today. I think I'd rather be chatting with Brendan.
 

It's the journey, not the destination, stupid!

My oldest sister, Karla, whom some of you might know from the comments down below, sent me an interpretation of my Tom Cruise dream. I think she hit on a number of interesting points and of course, she focused on the journey portion of the dream and not so much on the destination.

I had all kinds of reactions to your Tom Cruise ( you are on a cruise/journey – on the way to Whitewater).  You are having to steer from the most awkward of positions.  You are responsible, but not in the driver’s seat.  Can’t even use your hands as much as you use your feet in some unexplained way to control the vehicle.  (Think of the difference between using hands and using feet.  Hands so connected to eyes and  brain work.  Feet so connected to survival.)  However, you have a view of the road ahead that is not from your eyes.  You see things from above – ten feet above the surface.  More of an overview that shows you bends in the road and obstacles before you get to them.  It is even less likely that you see these with your real eyes because of your lying down position.  You possibly intuit how you will deal with things that you know are ahead of you.

 
Karla will be available in the lobby from 7-9pm for your own dream analysis!

Attention Pinko Punko... celeb dream sighting

Frankly, I think Billy Pilgrim's "Mike Rowe Lust" dream has been up long enough... my sleeping brain must have sensed that because last night, I was visited by none other than Tom Cruise! Yes, crazy, whacky, Tom-Tom Cruise.

The best I can recall, it went down something like this: I was driving to Tom's via the interstate with my family and Martin Bashir. I was driving, but was on the right side of the vehicle. I was also lying on my stomach, facing forward and holding onto the wheel. The best I can describe it was it was as if I were on a sled. The brakes and accelerator were back by my feet and I'm not exactly sure how they worked, but I was doing my best. On top of that, the view I had of the highway was from about 10 feet up. I could see every twist and turn and saw that numerous spots along the way turned into rapids. Yes, this highway jaunt included white water.

Somehow we made it to Tom's house. I was surprised by how unassuming it was. It was a small frame house with a garage that had been converted to a sun room. This is where we met with Tom. He would not speak, but made it clear that we should not go inside. He seemed scared.

My children went off to play with something. Grizzled took a seat and Martin started asking questions. I don't remember what he asked, but Tom wasn't answering. Every once in awhile he would nervously point at some object in the room. This object would then start spinning and would fly around, spending a little bit of time hovering in everybody's face. I couldn't tell if Tom was controlling the objects of if he just knew when one of them was going to take off. Again, he seemed scared.

While I was amazed at the flying objects, I was bored with Martin's questions so I went to the back of the room to check out the shelves. They looked as if they were used for storage more than for display. What I found were a bunch of Tom and Nicole's old wedding presents. I was kind of surprised at what some of them were. One box contained a set of Tom and Nicole elf ornaments. They looked like the elves from Rudolf, but with Tom and Nicole heads. They looked as if they had been used. I tried to picture what the Cruise/Kidman tree must have looked like.  Next there was a box containing those stress dolls that you're supposed to squeeze and the heads get really big. These also had the head of Tom and Nicole... There was also a framed copy of their wedding invitation that someone had done up with paper flowers. None of these things looked like items I would expect Tom Cruise to have gotten for his wedding let alone keep, but then I didn't picture him living in a  modest frame house with a modified garage.

I decided to go back to the discussion, or rather, the questioning. Tom still wasn't talking, just pointing at levitating things. I noticed my dog was there. He was barking violently at Tom. Tom pointed at him and my dog started to hover and spin. It was at this point that I decided we needed to go.

We got back into the car, I was once again driving... same position, same highway, same rapids. We decided to stop at a Hallmark store. When we went in, but it was like a penny arcade. You had to put your money into one of the many machines and hope that what you wanted would come out. There was a book my youngest lamblet wanted so I put in numerous coins. They kept getting jammed so I'd take them out and put them back in. I finally got them loaded, pulled the lever for the book, but 6 stuffed animals came out instead.  I didn't feel like I had paid enough for the animals so I put two 50 cent pieces on the ledge and we left.

I then woke up to my dog jumping onto my bed. He, thank God, was not hovering.

But what does it mean?

I had one of those bizarre nights of sleep the other night where it felt like the entire time was filled with one long dream. Parts of the dream were transparent, parts were not. I had related it to Grizzled. His comment? "Well, at least your anxiety dreams are taking on a different form!" I'm not totally sure it was an anxiety dream... parts of it were very nice, parts of it were not, but I would not put it in the category of dreams I have where public transportation turns into a roller coaster ride and I somehow always end up in my bathrobe at the last stop which is on top of a hundred foot high piece of scaffolding with no where to go. Now that is an anxiety dream!!! No this dream was different and went through many stages.

I started off in a park talking to old men who were playing Bocce. The odd thing about these men is they were not real, the were all the old man of Geri's Game. They were digitalized. Yep, they all had Geri's head, but were wearing Breton striped fishing shirts. As I said, I was just talking with them, but I remember the conversation as being wonderful. I remember thinking I did not want to leave and I could just stay here forever talking with or listening to these men. Everything made sense... but before I knew it, I was now at a mall. I don't like malls that much and was not happy to be there. I seemed to be shopping for pillows. My cart was filled with them. My cart was also filled with my eldest lamblet and some other younger child that was not mine. My youngest lamblet was at home, sick.

For some reason both girls who were with me wanted to ride in the cart. My eldest lamblet is way past cart age and being all limbs at this point, was not going to comfortably fit, but in she went. The other girl, although smaller, was wedged in as well. She kept putting her head down on the plastic-wrapped pillows and I was so worried she was going to suffocate. I kept telling her that she could not put her face into a pillow wrapped in plastic! She told me she was not using the wrapper as a toy so it was ok...

I then realized I needed to pick up my youngest lamblet's homework and as soon as I thought it, I was in the school hallway with my shopping cart full of children and pillows in tow. I left it in the hall as I stepped in to Mrs. X's room to get the assignments. She was in the middle of a math lesson. She was teaching algebra. I commented to her that I thought algebra was a little out of line for a 2nd grader, but she said they didn't need to solve the problem, just set it up. Ok... that made more sense. I went to grab the assignments, but was told I needed to take a seat and stay for class. As I went to sit down, I saw the class was filled with older teenagers. I asked if this was 2nd grade, but was shushed by the teacher and was told it was time to turn out the lights.

I don't remember if this was nap time or if she was still teaching, but I was really tired so I put my head down and fell asleep as did the kids around me. When I woke, it was dark outside. The teacher was still talking, but I looked at my watch and noticed it was 7pm! I still had my child and someone else's child out in the hallway in the shopping cart! I was also wondering if Grizzled might be wondering where I was and with that, I really woke up, more tired than I had been when going to sleep. I also missed the old men and their conversation. I still remember the feeling that when I was talking with them, everything made sense.

(Note to Pinko... I did not consider the Geri character a celebrity, hence the reason why you were not notified. :))

If fish were to bake...

Explanation below:

Last night I dreamed that the elusive and enigmatic Dr. fish, blogamour d'AG, was entering the bake-off (yeah General Mills, I said bake-off, whacha gonna do??). Not only did he submit an entry, but he delivered it in person, or in fish, or whatever. Surprisingly, he looked a lot like Glenn Reynolds in a cockroach costume, but I digress.

And what would Dr. fish bake in my dreams? Yes, it's the Little Debbie Zebrafish Cake. Or would that be the Zebra Fishcake? Or the Zebrafishcake.

Explanation:

For those of you who asked, thus pointing out to me that not everyone might know... Our beloved Dr. fish does work involving zebrafish, hence the choice of zebra... and fish... and cakes...

Explanation Part II- No real Little Debbie Zebra Cakes were destroyed in the making of this creation. I didn't want them in the house. You take a bite, something in your brain says, "GOOD!" and then you tank as your body realizes the GOOD was really a Trojan Horse for lots of chemicals and preservatives. It takes 3 seconds to snarf a Little Debbie Snack Cake. It takes 17 hours to feel normal again. No one has a spare 17 hours during the holidays. The little buddy to the left is once again, polyresin clay over a lump of foil.

This judge calls a moratorium on meat chatter

Ok- we're barely two days into this year's Holiday Bake-Off season and the meat commentary has reached a fevered pitch. Meat commentary must cease until further notice if you want any points for your current Cookie Queen and one of this year's judges.

Last night, while innocently slumbering, this dream entered my head (sorry Pinko, no celebs that I could tell unless you count me, your Current Cookie Queen):

I dreamed last night that I was cooking up a bunch of meat in a pot (gack). There were ribs and other cuts that looked mainly like pork. I then noticed an arm! There was part of the hand on it, but no fingers, no skin, and it was boned!! It also looked like pork, which doesn’t surprise me given we’re supposed to be closest to pork. (I think the Papuans called humans, Long Pigs!!!) In my dream I told Grizzled, who in his best *raised by Depression parents* tone said, “Ah, just cook it up, it’ll be fine!” I refused to, but don’t recall how the dream ended.

I chalk it up to too much bake-off talk yesterday with people saying they were going to submit meat (whether on the hoof or in a recipe) and then going to bed with the news on and hearing that the Peterson man whose wife is *missing* had a relative help him dispose of a large barrel...

Anyone coming up with the idea of sending *limb-shaped* cookies will be disqualified.

Yes, it's only day 2 and I'm feeling cranky.

FYI for Pinko... the judges are as follows:

Me
AG
UC
Grizzled aka G-Unit
 

Starring Michael McDonald as Billy Pilgrim!

This morning, right before waking, I had a dream that Billy Pilgrim offered me some tickets to a concert he was also attending. Grizzled and I decided to go. The concert ended up being  held at my hometown’s community theater. The Little Theater, as it’s known, was formerly a church. Although pews have been replaced, there are still relics of from its previous life. I was curious who we were going to see… who on earth would bring Billy Pilgrim to this small venue!?!  Knowing the area, I was guessing it wasn't going to be Henry Rollins.

As we took our seats, I realized that BP was Michael McDonald. I can’t say that I ever pictured him like that. He was seated next to Allison Janney who appeared to be his wife. Grizzled took the seat in front of us and happened to be seated next to Queen Latifah. They seemed to be having a nice conversation, about what, I have no idea, but they were busy chatting.

The band was taking awhile to start and I was tired so I flipped up the armrests like you would in an airplane and decided to lie down. I had my eyes closed, but could hear various conversations. Allison would not be quiet and was recounting every detail of our surroundings. I kept thinking I know these surroundings, please be quiet, I just want to sleep. BP was discussing the band. He was saying that this band was known for other music, but was trying to give it a go as a rock band.

I heard the band come on stage and start warming up. They were really off, but then again, they were warming up. I was still lying down, thinking I could get some sleep, wondering why there were so many open seats when the first song started.

They were playing “Take it Easy”!!! I opened my eyes. Oh my God! It was the Eagles!! BP hates the Eagles!

And then I woke up.

I just love stress dreams (Sorry Pinko, no celebs)

You know how sometimes you go to bed knowing you probably won't sleep well even though you're exhausted? That was the feeling I had upon going to bed last night. I fell asleep fairly fast, but was awakened by my eldest lamblet, not once, but twice, because she couldn't fall asleep. I was then awakened around 2 when the thunderstorms rolled in. I usually love thunderstorms, but these were annoying and on top of it, my dog was panting and pacing. I think I finally drifted back to annoyed sleep somewhere close to 4 and was immediately immersed in the fully chocked dream. I think our brains know when we haven't been getting enough REM so they cram all dreaming matter into one, roller coaster of a dream. I don't remember all of my dream, but I do recall taking my youngest lamblet to the dentist. While waiting for her appointment to finish, crowns started popping off of my teeth... more crowns than I have. I was worried, but at least I was at the dentist. I told him and he said, no problem, they had installed an extra chair and he could repair my teeth the very same day! I followed him wondering where they had put the extra chair. I was led through a gymnasium filled with kids who were playing and also camping out on the floor. After making our way through the gym, we crossed through something that reminded me of the Marshall Fields Tea Room, full of ladies who lunch. Where was this chair??? We ended up in some old building that had a swimming pool in it. If you've even seen Sneakers, it looked like the one in that movie (sorry Pinko, no Robert Redford), a swimming pool in a dark basement lit only by the underwater lights of the pool. And yes, there was my chair... in the pool. At least it was in the shallow end. It appeared that while seated, the water would only come up to my chest. I sat down and my dentist left to finish up on his other patients... and then I woke up feeling even more tired than when I had gone to bed with sore jaws from having clenched my teeth all night.

My dog is sleeping again. After his restless night, he's deep in sleep that is accented with little high-pitched woofs and twitching paws. Maybe he's at the dentist's... in a swimming pool.

He's back and living with my parents!

I had a crazy night of sleep last night. I got some sleep, but started waking up in the wee hours once it was obvious Grizzled was not sleeping... again. I thought I married a man, but Grizzled appears to be half man/half lemur, which means he never sleeps... or he sleeps for the brief hour or two it takes the lemur portion of his brain to take over the man portion. Either way, he's usually waking me up as he decides to head downstairs to do whatever it is lemurs do.

I will usually fall back to sleep after he has left and yet part of me knows he's up so this affects the quality of my sleep and the amount of dreams I have. I was having a barrage of dreams somewhere around 3 when one of my favorite REM characters showed back up for a starring role.

Those of you who read this blog are more than likely familiar with my RAAAADIIIIIIISSHHHH! dream. That dream has even gotten Celeb Dream Cameo billing since early January over at 3 Bulls! It starred the incomparable James Wolcott and his insatiable need for RAADIIISHHH!!!!

Well, guess what folks??? Jimmy Wolcott's back and better than evah! And not only that, it appears he's been hanging out at my parents'! 

Travel with me now, back to my dream... I was visiting my parents when I heard a familiar voice coming out of the guest bedroom. (Yes, I have heard James Wolcott's voice... of course this voice sounded nothing like it, but I went with it.) It was none other than Mr. Wolcott. I asked my mother what the deal was and she replied that he was coming to stay with them every month for a week or two and had been for awhile. He never said why. She assumed it was to get work done and said that his marriage was fine.

My mother and I continue to chat in the living room, but I can't help, but overhear that Mr. Wolcott is on the phone and having a very emotive conversation. Again with the emotive talk... but this time it was not about his need for radish, this time it was with Blue Girl! Yes! He was talking with Blue Girl and he was talking in a voice that was a cross between Thurston Howell III and I'm not quite sure who else, but... he was very expressive, very excited and I kept hearing him saying things like, "OH! BLUE Girl! Yes, I'm at JENNIFER's parents'!" He kept saying Blue Girl, putting definite emphasis on BLUE! However, I had the impression she was not at all blue, but was rather, very happy.

I hope Mr. Wolcott enjoyed his stay at my parents'. They are excellent hosts and I don't doubt for a second that my mother served him some much needed shrimp cocktail with LOTS of RAAAAADIIIISSHHHH!!!!!