Overactive Imagination
Last night I had a string of the most bizarre nightmares, two of which I remember. The first involved performing a play on a cruise ship with a bunch of drama kids from Highschool. The set was half stage, half pool, with action sometimes taking place in the water. After the final bow, everyone jumps into a pool that runs across the front of the stage and swims to an exit stage left. The exit is a narrow pipe with rungs for climbing, and it takes us far above the ships deck, where there are only pipes and wires, with nothing to stand on. By the time we realized this, we cannot decend back down the pipe. I'm not sure why. So I sway there terrified for what seems a lifetime, untill one person (Michelle) finds a way to decend and find help. When the help arrives it turns out to be my dad, because he was the only adult on the cruise ship skinny enough to climb up the pipe. I don't know if he was able to help me down or not, because the dream abruptly switched to something else.
After several more abrupt switches, I remember another nightmare, perhaps even more strange. I was on the sitcom, Fresh Prince of Belaire. Apparently, Uncle Phil had sent a third daughter to live in some small city in Eastern Italy, but was somehow in denial about why she wanted to be there. So I set out with a friend to find out what this city could possibly offer. Rather that ending up in Eastern Italy, we somehow managed to get to Easter France instead. It was pouring down rain, and getting dark. I bought a hat and we rented a carrage (or canoe) and set out to find dinner and a place to stay for the night. We traveled along a river and came across this beautiful stone ship carved like a mermaid. When we tried to take a picture of it, it began to sail away of its own accord. We follow it to a widening in the river where there were hundreds of similarly beautiful stone sculptures just floating around in the river. Then, in a boggling non-sequitor, My teeth spontaneously started to crumbling and fall out. I wake up frantic, checking my mouth with my fingers. All is well.
Where is this rampant creativity when I'm awake. Seriously.
After several more abrupt switches, I remember another nightmare, perhaps even more strange. I was on the sitcom, Fresh Prince of Belaire. Apparently, Uncle Phil had sent a third daughter to live in some small city in Eastern Italy, but was somehow in denial about why she wanted to be there. So I set out with a friend to find out what this city could possibly offer. Rather that ending up in Eastern Italy, we somehow managed to get to Easter France instead. It was pouring down rain, and getting dark. I bought a hat and we rented a carrage (or canoe) and set out to find dinner and a place to stay for the night. We traveled along a river and came across this beautiful stone ship carved like a mermaid. When we tried to take a picture of it, it began to sail away of its own accord. We follow it to a widening in the river where there were hundreds of similarly beautiful stone sculptures just floating around in the river. Then, in a boggling non-sequitor, My teeth spontaneously started to crumbling and fall out. I wake up frantic, checking my mouth with my fingers. All is well.
Where is this rampant creativity when I'm awake. Seriously.