This American Life & SNL Influencing my dreams...

I woke up this morning from the strangest dream.

In the dream I went to a party.  It was at like a bookstore?  There were dark, wooden bookshelves lining all the walls and nooks and crannies with tables and chairs in which to get lost.  As I entered the party I found one nook where Seth Myers from SNL was hanging out with Ira Glass the host This American Life and Jonathan Goldstein, a contributor to This American Life.  I walked into the nook and immediately noticed that Seth was wearing these ridiculous Ed Hardy-like, grafittied jeans.  I smirked at him (because in the dream we were old friends and I was allowed to make fun of him) and said, sarcastically, "Nice pants." He rolled his eyes and said, darkly, "Thanks, Jonathan gave them to me." So I looked at Jonathan with a look that said, "Really?  Really Jonathan? Those are the most ridiculous pants I've ever seen!" At that exact moment, David Rakoff, another This American Life contributor walked up to us and without missing a beat from when Seth said, "Thanks, Jonathan gave them to me," I clapped David on the shoulder and said, "Speaking of Jonathan Goldstein, has everyone read David Rakoff's new book?"  This was apparently the funniest thing in the world for me to say.  Like it was some kind of bizarre inside joke and Ira started busting out laughing, you know in that cute Ira Glass laugh that he has?  In that moment what I had said was totally brilliant and funny and I was the hit of that party.  So in the dream I of course quickly walked away from them before my brilliant and funny moment could be tainted by the next unbrilliant and unfunny moment.

Weird dream, huh?  But when I woke up I felt the brilliant and funny feeling from the dream!  It was good!  I liked that feeling!  I wished I could hold onto it, which is why I immediately scribbled down this dream so I wouldn't forget it.  It sure doesn't retain it's brilliance and humor as I typed it up here.  Oh well, such is the stuff of dreams....

I wish I was back here right now.

Marrowstone Island, Washington
Sunset, July 2009
Photo by ME

Albert Finney

Another bizarro dream last night. I dreamt that I was at a black tie Hollywood event and was going to be introduced to Albert Finney and the minute he said hello to me I started crying like that little blonde, pig-tailed, Sanjaya worshiper on American Idol. I was like gushing, blubbering, hysterical while trying to talk to Finney and he was so touched by my show of emotion that he decided he wanted to do something special for me and offers to buy me a house. So we go to check out houses and in the dream the one I want is the house next door to my parent's house. What the hell?? Yes, in real life I do wish I could afford a house, but I would never move in next door to my parents!!! And then there's Finney. Now I do love me some Daddy Warbucks, but I don't love Finney this much. Why would I have a dream about him??? Ok, amateur psychiatrists and dream analyzers help me out here.

Weird man.

I had some freakishly bizarre dreams last night all involving Disney in some way.

First, you know how at the beginning of Disney movies there is the Buena Vista logo, where Tinkerbell like waves her wand and an arc of light flies from it and curves over Sleeping Beauty's castle? Well in this dream I was Tinkerbell and I was doing that, waving my wand to make the light around the castle glow, but I wasn't on TV or on a movie screen doing it - I was actually at Disneyland, flying over the actual Sleeping Beauty castle! And it was fun! Being Tinkerbell felt amazing!

Then I had another dream that I was Viggo Mortensen's daughter (wtf? I know!) and he was starring in some new Disney swashbuckling movie and we were at Disneyland for the launch of a whole line of product tie-ins. I was making fun of my "dad" because, well, you know those pens where there is a picture of say a pinup girl inside it and when you turn the pen upside down her clothes slide off? Or like I have a pen with Steve Irwin where when you turn the pen upside down a croc comes and swallows him alive (that's totally sick now considering his death, but I have it!) Well I was making fun of my "dad" Viggo because they had made a pen of his character where when you turned it upside down his shirt came off to reveal a toned upper bod. Not very Disney right? I can only put that down to my subconscious because in the real world I would totally do Viggo. He can take off his shirt for me anytime. So, how sick is this dream? In the real world I have the hots for Viggo, but in my dream he is my dad???? What the hell is wrong with me?