*headdesk* Why, brain? WHY?
Tonight, my goal is to sleep the entire night through. For reals, yo. Haven't all week. Last night, I nearly did, until a raucous party in the hotel room next door woke us up at 3AM. NOT HAPPY. Had to get up at 7:30. Working. Then I drifted back to sleep, thinking, "This time I can be well-rested."
Never say shit like that. Seriously. Always backfires.
I dreamed I was in a documentary about the Actor Rehabilitation Park. We were in charge of the park, and the goal is to make them not just better actors, but able to take care of themselves and then rehabilitate them back into the wilds of Hollywood. We walked the filmmakers through the training sessions: actors struggling with Shakespearean dialogue, working with dialect coaches, crying on command. Keanu had a lot of trouble with the emotive lessons, but he was trying, so he was rewarded with treats. Then there were the harder ones: conditioning them to say "no" to things that were bad for them. There was indeed a rolled-up newspaper involved in the behavioural conditioning lessons. Some actors stay longer than others, as it's really their willingness to work (and their dwindling bank account) that makes them want to do well. Others, like Lindsay, will be at the centre for a while. At that point, we zoom in on Lohan, who just had her hand smacked away from a bottle of vodka, and being told sternly "No!" by one of the coaches.
I woke up wondering why the hell my brain likes to fuck with me and my sleeping habits. I think I've determined that it's in some sado-masochistic relationship with my sanity and/or body.
Never say shit like that. Seriously. Always backfires.
I dreamed I was in a documentary about the Actor Rehabilitation Park. We were in charge of the park, and the goal is to make them not just better actors, but able to take care of themselves and then rehabilitate them back into the wilds of Hollywood. We walked the filmmakers through the training sessions: actors struggling with Shakespearean dialogue, working with dialect coaches, crying on command. Keanu had a lot of trouble with the emotive lessons, but he was trying, so he was rewarded with treats. Then there were the harder ones: conditioning them to say "no" to things that were bad for them. There was indeed a rolled-up newspaper involved in the behavioural conditioning lessons. Some actors stay longer than others, as it's really their willingness to work (and their dwindling bank account) that makes them want to do well. Others, like Lindsay, will be at the centre for a while. At that point, we zoom in on Lohan, who just had her hand smacked away from a bottle of vodka, and being told sternly "No!" by one of the coaches.
I woke up wondering why the hell my brain likes to fuck with me and my sleeping habits. I think I've determined that it's in some sado-masochistic relationship with my sanity and/or body.