weirdest vividest dreams in a while:
i dreamed we had gone to the local store of convenience for new hair care products. Teri Hatcher apparently came out w/ a line of pretty sweet hair stuff, unbeknownst to me. i am looking at all the stuff with Chris behind me and i can feel the 'can we get a move on' all over me. [an exact echo of the horrible On the Spot i always felt when trying to shop w/ HL]
anyway, there was a hilariously cheesy picture of her on the front, in the throes of shampoo ecstacy. i opened up a bottle and it smelled really good, i get all excited about that because everyone knows Courtney can't stop compulsively smelling it if it smells pretty. i was quite taken w/ the whole line: taking forever when we needed to go... going on and on analyzing the economic implications to a deaf ear, how it's going to be a huge success as well as propel her to super celebrity status. and that's nice can we just get out of here? i had meant to get both the shampoo and conditioner but in the rush to leave i just grabbed stuff. we get home...
...i am now back high school age, and oh my god i got the wrong shampoo -- it's a big bright Gojo orange bottle (more HL haunting to accompany the ghostly walmart anxiety) and when i dispensed it in my palm it looked like St Ives apricot scrub, beige with brown chunkies in it. i was like gross, but i have to wash my hair - this'll have to work. so i get to greasing this stuff into my hair (not in the shower mind you?) and i notice on the bottle that is actually industrial CORPSE (bold type) hair cleaner #641 for mortician use only!!!!!!! oh man, how scary is that?! (i know it is industrial because it is a crappy font w/ no pictures n whatnot but what the fuck was it doing in walmart. left there by someone who knows more about me than i do for me to find?) i was as shocked and disgusted in the dream universe as i am now creeped out thinking about it: this is what my odd little mind, bent on syllogism, can ONLY see as nasty foreshadowing... coming soon to my lj: "Wow! i've had every test they have at the hospital! -OR- Courtney Moves 4 Spaces Forward on the Jump to Conclusions Mat of Death"
then part 2, i was back at John Marshall, only this time i wasn't being harrassed by thugs, i was cutting class w/ The Cute One from Boys II Men (i think that was sposed to be him, not sure) and we were having fun chatting and joking around. then the last bell rang and we started singing Tricky by Run DMC down the dimly lit hallway.
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finally saw The Big Lebowski for the first time the other night and it's my new best friend...
that night i couldn't sleep for nuthin despite the fact i had to be up early (there'll be a repeat of this tonight i'm sure - gotta be at the dr at 1015 today) so i got down on some decompression flipping - wound up on The Terminal... i had previously boycotted this movie completely, because: (1) it was loved by the masses therefore i know that it blows w/o ever giving it a chance - ie My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings - if Kids and Old People and Rich and Poor alike clamor for it i want no part of it (2) i am already boycotting Tom Hanks (3) it puked sacharrine all over an interesting story that has a depressing end - the real dude has gone crazy and is still livin' at the airport even though he has been clear to leave for years. but no he gets to bang Catherine Zeta Jones or something in the movie version..... i didn't watch much cause i finally got sleepy, but it was really transfixing for some reason...
anyway, there was a hilariously cheesy picture of her on the front, in the throes of shampoo ecstacy. i opened up a bottle and it smelled really good, i get all excited about that because everyone knows Courtney can't stop compulsively smelling it if it smells pretty. i was quite taken w/ the whole line: taking forever when we needed to go... going on and on analyzing the economic implications to a deaf ear, how it's going to be a huge success as well as propel her to super celebrity status. and that's nice can we just get out of here? i had meant to get both the shampoo and conditioner but in the rush to leave i just grabbed stuff. we get home...
...i am now back high school age, and oh my god i got the wrong shampoo -- it's a big bright Gojo orange bottle (more HL haunting to accompany the ghostly walmart anxiety) and when i dispensed it in my palm it looked like St Ives apricot scrub, beige with brown chunkies in it. i was like gross, but i have to wash my hair - this'll have to work. so i get to greasing this stuff into my hair (not in the shower mind you?) and i notice on the bottle that is actually industrial CORPSE (bold type) hair cleaner #641 for mortician use only!!!!!!! oh man, how scary is that?! (i know it is industrial because it is a crappy font w/ no pictures n whatnot but what the fuck was it doing in walmart. left there by someone who knows more about me than i do for me to find?) i was as shocked and disgusted in the dream universe as i am now creeped out thinking about it: this is what my odd little mind, bent on syllogism, can ONLY see as nasty foreshadowing... coming soon to my lj: "Wow! i've had every test they have at the hospital! -OR- Courtney Moves 4 Spaces Forward on the Jump to Conclusions Mat of Death"
then part 2, i was back at John Marshall, only this time i wasn't being harrassed by thugs, i was cutting class w/ The Cute One from Boys II Men (i think that was sposed to be him, not sure) and we were having fun chatting and joking around. then the last bell rang and we started singing Tricky by Run DMC down the dimly lit hallway.
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finally saw The Big Lebowski for the first time the other night and it's my new best friend...
that night i couldn't sleep for nuthin despite the fact i had to be up early (there'll be a repeat of this tonight i'm sure - gotta be at the dr at 1015 today) so i got down on some decompression flipping - wound up on The Terminal... i had previously boycotted this movie completely, because: (1) it was loved by the masses therefore i know that it blows w/o ever giving it a chance - ie My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings - if Kids and Old People and Rich and Poor alike clamor for it i want no part of it (2) i am already boycotting Tom Hanks (3) it puked sacharrine all over an interesting story that has a depressing end - the real dude has gone crazy and is still livin' at the airport even though he has been clear to leave for years. but no he gets to bang Catherine Zeta Jones or something in the movie version..... i didn't watch much cause i finally got sleepy, but it was really transfixing for some reason...