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.
I love these celebrity dreams. I love how our unconscious just has no mercy at all. I mean, David Guest?
Posted by: Dan Leo | April 08, 2008 at 09:01 AM
I had one last week that featured Pinko Punko. Even though I've never seen him.
Is he a celeb?
In any case, I'm extremely worried.
Posted by: johnny rebecca rotten | April 08, 2008 at 09:08 AM
Dan- I know. It's like you can choose from anyone... ANYONE, but do I get a John Cusack or a Robert Redford? Noooooooo, I get Mr. Madame Truffaud... :-p
Posted by: Jennifer | April 08, 2008 at 09:09 AM
JRR- that is kind of scary. Was he wearing his red trackies?? He does have a certain "fame" for lack of a better word. My lamblets now refer to the junk food aisle as the Pinko Punko aisle. They say they love shopping with PP and wonder what horrors I'll allow them to buy just because Pinko Svengali said to.
"Sure! We'll buy the Spicy Sweet Habanero Mole Twinkies!!!"
Posted by: Jennifer | April 08, 2008 at 09:14 AM
Is the fluoride mixed with hallucinogens in your city's water system?
Posted by: Snag | April 08, 2008 at 10:34 AM
david guest? are you sure?
surely you gest!
Posted by: almostinfamous | April 08, 2008 at 12:33 PM
hopefully David Gest will appear next time I having a nightmare about zombies.
Posted by: Kathleen (in Oakland) | April 08, 2008 at 05:38 PM
A mole of twinkies is a lot of twinkies. Put end to end, it would look like this.
Posted by: fish | April 08, 2008 at 08:01 PM
I am certain it is a dream to be treasured!
Posted by: Pinko Punko | April 09, 2008 at 01:13 AM
Perhaps this weeks lesson is painting with condiments and basting tools?
Posted by: mdhatter | April 09, 2008 at 07:01 AM
mdh- Very funny! I already have this weeks agenda set up, but will consider it for next week.
Posted by: Jennifer | April 09, 2008 at 07:12 AM
fish- I stopped dealing with that kind of mole when I gleefully left my last chemistry class. My mole should have had an accent, but I was having a braincramp and couldn't remember how to do it.
Nice Twinkie pathway!
Posted by: Jennifer | April 09, 2008 at 07:14 AM
I had one last week that featured Pinko Punko. Even though I've never seen him.
That's happened before among The Community. I had one involving AG, UC, and Res (before I met UC and AG). I think someone else (Blue Girl?) may have had one about bloggers she hasn't met.
Posted by: Brando | April 09, 2008 at 12:07 PM
this is the best kind of mole.
Posted by: almostinfamous | April 09, 2008 at 02:01 PM
You're dreams are something else, Jennifer. Most peoples' dream are a big bore to everyone but the dreamer. But yours? A psychedelic movie for us all. Maybe it's the way you write about them, which, believe me, is a rare gift.
Writing about dreams generally belongs to a category much like writers writing about how hard it is to be, um, a writer. Really.
Yours are spooky little masterpieces. What does Karla say?
Posted by: Kathleen M. | April 09, 2008 at 04:42 PM