Best Dream Ever
I was out of sorts when I fell asleep last night, and the start of my dream obviously picked up on that: I was hanging out with a friendly acquaintance in Queens and it was going... awkwardly (in waking life someone I barely know, who doesn't actually live in NY) when a mutual friend showed up and the two of them wound up going out, taking my car (the dream was clear enough with waking-life details that I was able to divide up my keys almost as I would in waking life -- giving my friend the key that drives the car, but keeping the key that opens the doors for myself (in my dream it couldn't be separated from the key that would open my home when I finally got there)), and I set off to find public transportation home.
I was now in lower manhattan, somewhere between Bleecker and 9th street (so between the area I'd be likely to hang out for live music, in waking life, and where I'd be likely to get the PATH back to Jersey), and for some reason I got on the subway system instead of the PATH. The subway system had been changed into this bizarre labyrinth with all sorts of new ways of doing things, including getting on line to buy a paper ticket from a human, and then getting on another line to feed the ticket into some sort of steampunk shredder before you can get onto the platform.
Anyway, that's all prelude. On line for tickets, I found myself standing behind Christian Kane. He was signing an autograph for someone, and I leaned over to ask if I could have one, too -- and a second for my daughter, who wants to be Eliot when she grows up. He was charming and gracious, and we wound up wandering the subway platform, chatting, trying to find the uptown A train together.
The entire rest of the dream is me having a long conversation with Christian Kane, and feeling like he was just totally delighted to be there. We talked about parenting, and how I feel like I woke up at 39 and don't know where my 30s went (because parenting and school ate my 30s -- Sarah was born a couple months before I turned 30, and I didn't wake out of that early-parenting sleepwalk for at least 5 years, and 35 wound up sucking for a bunch of different reasons (I originally slipped and typed that 35 sucked "for a bunch of different years". Certainly felt that way at the time), and then I fell right into the school, 2 years there and one year to recover, and there I was almost 39), and trying to let myself believe that it's not too late to step into the community of music-makers, that I won't just look old and clumsy and absurd, and about growing up in NYC and going after your dreams, and he was just genuine and charming and engaged the whole time, and it was just, hands-down, the best dream ever.
More Christian Kane:
talking about his creative process as actor and songwriter
As Eliot Spencer on Leverage
Eliot in the kitchen
Eliot on a "date" with Nate's ex-wife
just lots of Christian Kane shots
(I was looking for a video for one of his songs -- most of the stuff on youtube is fanvids set to his music or else still shots from the CD covers -- but the only one I came across was from House Rules, which is a cute song that rubs me just a little the wrong way because of the mardi gras beads line -- for me that tips it over from companionable, equal-opportunity raunchiness to being cast in the role of Other and Interchangeable Object. But it's a minor annoyance, I can still usually enjoy the song. The video was pleasant enough at first but, again, the women are obviously there as... decorative accessories. Once the go-go dancers showed up, I couldn't even be bothered seeing if it ever improved, I had to turn it off right there. I was disappointed. Think I'll go listen to a little Joan Jett and Ani Difranco, wash the taste out of my mouth.)
I was now in lower manhattan, somewhere between Bleecker and 9th street (so between the area I'd be likely to hang out for live music, in waking life, and where I'd be likely to get the PATH back to Jersey), and for some reason I got on the subway system instead of the PATH. The subway system had been changed into this bizarre labyrinth with all sorts of new ways of doing things, including getting on line to buy a paper ticket from a human, and then getting on another line to feed the ticket into some sort of steampunk shredder before you can get onto the platform.
Anyway, that's all prelude. On line for tickets, I found myself standing behind Christian Kane. He was signing an autograph for someone, and I leaned over to ask if I could have one, too -- and a second for my daughter, who wants to be Eliot when she grows up. He was charming and gracious, and we wound up wandering the subway platform, chatting, trying to find the uptown A train together.
The entire rest of the dream is me having a long conversation with Christian Kane, and feeling like he was just totally delighted to be there. We talked about parenting, and how I feel like I woke up at 39 and don't know where my 30s went (because parenting and school ate my 30s -- Sarah was born a couple months before I turned 30, and I didn't wake out of that early-parenting sleepwalk for at least 5 years, and 35 wound up sucking for a bunch of different reasons (I originally slipped and typed that 35 sucked "for a bunch of different years". Certainly felt that way at the time), and then I fell right into the school, 2 years there and one year to recover, and there I was almost 39), and trying to let myself believe that it's not too late to step into the community of music-makers, that I won't just look old and clumsy and absurd, and about growing up in NYC and going after your dreams, and he was just genuine and charming and engaged the whole time, and it was just, hands-down, the best dream ever.
More Christian Kane:
talking about his creative process as actor and songwriter
As Eliot Spencer on Leverage
Eliot in the kitchen
Eliot on a "date" with Nate's ex-wife
just lots of Christian Kane shots
(I was looking for a video for one of his songs -- most of the stuff on youtube is fanvids set to his music or else still shots from the CD covers -- but the only one I came across was from House Rules, which is a cute song that rubs me just a little the wrong way because of the mardi gras beads line -- for me that tips it over from companionable, equal-opportunity raunchiness to being cast in the role of Other and Interchangeable Object. But it's a minor annoyance, I can still usually enjoy the song. The video was pleasant enough at first but, again, the women are obviously there as... decorative accessories. Once the go-go dancers showed up, I couldn't even be bothered seeing if it ever improved, I had to turn it off right there. I was disappointed. Think I'll go listen to a little Joan Jett and Ani Difranco, wash the taste out of my mouth.)