Le Psycho
Okay, I had this dream last night:
The dream starts out with me walking in my backyard, near the church that's next to my house. There's a concert going on. The music sounds familiar. It's "Songbird." But I'm behind the stage, and I can't see what's going on really. There's a bunch of press taking pictures of nothing, and one of the photographers says to me, "well, since you're just hanging out here, come on in!" I enter their little pinned area that's just for photographers. And then Christine McVie appears on the other side of the fence. Now, this is impossible because she's still playing "Songbird." She looks at me with recognition and says "Katie O'Hara," which isn't even my name - in fact, I think it's the actress who plays Kevin's mom in Home Alone - but that sounds good enough to me. I think she might actually be drunk, so to get my FIRST name right seems great. And she motions for me to go to her. So I do, and now I'm chilling out with Christine McVie and listening to the music. Then I'm near the stage, very close to the area that leads to the dressing rooms and stuff. My dad tells me to go back there and into a room to get something. I can feel excitement and nervousness swell in my stomach. I go into the room and Stevie Nicks is there. No words are exchanged between us. She just comes towards me and puts her arms around me. And then we start walking. Her arms are still around me - one around my shoulders, the other holding my hand. And though this normally would annoy me, I don't care. I feel good; I feel safe and warm. We walk and get on an elevator. I ask her what floor she wants, but she won't tell me. She just has her damn arms around me. I look at the numbers I can press but they aren't normal. There's 2 "1"s, a 2, a 5, and a 9. I press one randomly. When we come to that floor, she shakes her head. So I press another button. Finally we get off the elevator, and we're in my parents' bedroom. Draco Malfoy is coloring in a coloring book on the floor. I explain to Stevie who Draco is and the issue of wizard blood. Stevie doesn't really care. I look back at Draco who is still coloring. I finally notice that he's coloring in an image of the death mark. I get so angry with him that I grab him. He turns into a white cat, and I throw him out my parents' bedroom window. I tear up his coloring book. And then I look back out the window and we're moving. The house is flying or something but it keeps looping back; we pass the same houses over and over again.
And that's it. So bizarre. I looked at one of those dream analyzer things online, and I sort of have deduced some stuff from this silly dream - mainly my feelings on my screenplay. Basically, I need to express myself, and I'm ready to show my work to the world in hopes of validation, but I'm afraid that it's really bad. But through exploring myself and my own fears about being misunderstood especially when it comes to my craft, I will be able to understand Stevie Nicks (my subject) better. Therefore, I will be able to rise to another plane of knowledge about her, myself, my screenplay, etc. My screenplay will be better because of it, and I can successfully battle all my nay-sayers in my life, specifically my family. Pretty weird, eh?
Though seriously, explaining Harry Potter to Stevie Nicks? I think I need a new hobby.
AND to make things even sillier, today's West Wing was the bestest in the world. I LOVE WHEN CJ DOES THE JACKAL. I love how Sam's day of jubilee is ruined by Mallory who wants to fight with him about education funding. I love how Toby doesn't want HIS day of jubilee to be ruined by tempting fate. I love how Mandy wants a panda, and how Donna has unique penmenship and how Danny is still bitter about never being President of his A/V club in high school and Danny's suspenders and when Sam tells CJ to get in the President's face! Squeeeeee!
I don't care if Aaron Sorkin is a drugie. I miss the old WW. :'-(
Okay, I'm seriously so hyper, I think I need to drink a few beers to level myself out.
The dream starts out with me walking in my backyard, near the church that's next to my house. There's a concert going on. The music sounds familiar. It's "Songbird." But I'm behind the stage, and I can't see what's going on really. There's a bunch of press taking pictures of nothing, and one of the photographers says to me, "well, since you're just hanging out here, come on in!" I enter their little pinned area that's just for photographers. And then Christine McVie appears on the other side of the fence. Now, this is impossible because she's still playing "Songbird." She looks at me with recognition and says "Katie O'Hara," which isn't even my name - in fact, I think it's the actress who plays Kevin's mom in Home Alone - but that sounds good enough to me. I think she might actually be drunk, so to get my FIRST name right seems great. And she motions for me to go to her. So I do, and now I'm chilling out with Christine McVie and listening to the music. Then I'm near the stage, very close to the area that leads to the dressing rooms and stuff. My dad tells me to go back there and into a room to get something. I can feel excitement and nervousness swell in my stomach. I go into the room and Stevie Nicks is there. No words are exchanged between us. She just comes towards me and puts her arms around me. And then we start walking. Her arms are still around me - one around my shoulders, the other holding my hand. And though this normally would annoy me, I don't care. I feel good; I feel safe and warm. We walk and get on an elevator. I ask her what floor she wants, but she won't tell me. She just has her damn arms around me. I look at the numbers I can press but they aren't normal. There's 2 "1"s, a 2, a 5, and a 9. I press one randomly. When we come to that floor, she shakes her head. So I press another button. Finally we get off the elevator, and we're in my parents' bedroom. Draco Malfoy is coloring in a coloring book on the floor. I explain to Stevie who Draco is and the issue of wizard blood. Stevie doesn't really care. I look back at Draco who is still coloring. I finally notice that he's coloring in an image of the death mark. I get so angry with him that I grab him. He turns into a white cat, and I throw him out my parents' bedroom window. I tear up his coloring book. And then I look back out the window and we're moving. The house is flying or something but it keeps looping back; we pass the same houses over and over again.
And that's it. So bizarre. I looked at one of those dream analyzer things online, and I sort of have deduced some stuff from this silly dream - mainly my feelings on my screenplay. Basically, I need to express myself, and I'm ready to show my work to the world in hopes of validation, but I'm afraid that it's really bad. But through exploring myself and my own fears about being misunderstood especially when it comes to my craft, I will be able to understand Stevie Nicks (my subject) better. Therefore, I will be able to rise to another plane of knowledge about her, myself, my screenplay, etc. My screenplay will be better because of it, and I can successfully battle all my nay-sayers in my life, specifically my family. Pretty weird, eh?
Though seriously, explaining Harry Potter to Stevie Nicks? I think I need a new hobby.
AND to make things even sillier, today's West Wing was the bestest in the world. I LOVE WHEN CJ DOES THE JACKAL. I love how Sam's day of jubilee is ruined by Mallory who wants to fight with him about education funding. I love how Toby doesn't want HIS day of jubilee to be ruined by tempting fate. I love how Mandy wants a panda, and how Donna has unique penmenship and how Danny is still bitter about never being President of his A/V club in high school and Danny's suspenders and when Sam tells CJ to get in the President's face! Squeeeeee!
I don't care if Aaron Sorkin is a drugie. I miss the old WW. :'-(
Okay, I'm seriously so hyper, I think I need to drink a few beers to level myself out.