What happens when a vampire and a Replicant love each other very much...
As weird and very vivid dreams go, my celebrity dream on sunday night was pretty weird and vivid enough that much of it is still very clear in my head a day later, when often I've forgotten a lot within an hour of waking up.
And I don't know where my subconcious found its selections of celebrities to star in this one. I very seldom dream about celebrities; there was a slightly odd one with James Marsters a few weeks ago, and further back I was on a boat with Johnny Depp. And I think there was an adventure with Antonio Banderas once. Sadly, despite my brain's choice of not unattractive male leads, such dreams are almost always entirely clean and innocent. Pah!
Anyway, in this dream Daryl Hannah and Jason Patrick got married. No, I really have no idea why I was dreaming about those two actors. The likes of Depp and Marsters aren't unexpected, because I watch things starring them quite often, but Daryl Hannah and Jason Patrick? Really?
They were getting married and for some reason selected a wedding party off the street, and I happened to be on holiday whereever they were (a nameless but large US city) and Ms Hannah chose me as a bridesmaid. I don't recall what I was wearing - unusually for me the dream was all in first person (I often see myself from outside my body for at least brief portions of my dreams) and there were no mirrors, so I never saw myself. The bride and groom were in matching suits - his black and hers ivory (an entirely masculine suit).
I was with faceless friends, who were also part of the wedding, and after the ceremony we parted company from the blushing bride on friendly terms - she was very sweet and surprisingly butch. Less Maddison and more Pris.
The dream then proceeded to skip from scene to scene without linking scenes, as dreams tend to do (as Inception told us). First I was with the friends on a rooftop in the vast city, with a fantastic view, throwing sort of squishy, inflatable cans at each other (it was a game, no violence). It seemed like it should have been a rooftop pool, but I don't recall any water.
There was also an extended scene driving through the city. It was in a valley, or perhaps at the foot of some mountains, and the outskirts were seemingly cut into the living rock of the high cliffs at the edge - huge buildings looming out of the rock face. The centre of the city was your usual glass and neon skyscraper jungle - very pretty at night. There was a broad river through the middle, crossed by some pretty bridges. Out the other side was open desert with long straight roads (just like we saw driving through Arizona this spring). We were roaring through in an open-top - very Fear and Loathing...
Cut to another scene where I was still on holiday in the US, but now with my father at some sort of roadside services where I'd been before and told my dad that there used to be a really nice kosher baker there (fairly sure that the bakery programme I watched on Sunday night where the presenter visited such a place in Salford and learned to make cholla inspired that, along with my current craving for the stuff), but now it had been replaced by a Sbarro (what on earth is a Sbarro?).
That's about all I remember. Brain, you are very odd.
Also, a vampire and a mermaid? Think of the children! Or perhaps a vampire and a Replicant - think of humanity!
And I don't know where my subconcious found its selections of celebrities to star in this one. I very seldom dream about celebrities; there was a slightly odd one with James Marsters a few weeks ago, and further back I was on a boat with Johnny Depp. And I think there was an adventure with Antonio Banderas once. Sadly, despite my brain's choice of not unattractive male leads, such dreams are almost always entirely clean and innocent. Pah!
Anyway, in this dream Daryl Hannah and Jason Patrick got married. No, I really have no idea why I was dreaming about those two actors. The likes of Depp and Marsters aren't unexpected, because I watch things starring them quite often, but Daryl Hannah and Jason Patrick? Really?
They were getting married and for some reason selected a wedding party off the street, and I happened to be on holiday whereever they were (a nameless but large US city) and Ms Hannah chose me as a bridesmaid. I don't recall what I was wearing - unusually for me the dream was all in first person (I often see myself from outside my body for at least brief portions of my dreams) and there were no mirrors, so I never saw myself. The bride and groom were in matching suits - his black and hers ivory (an entirely masculine suit).
I was with faceless friends, who were also part of the wedding, and after the ceremony we parted company from the blushing bride on friendly terms - she was very sweet and surprisingly butch. Less Maddison and more Pris.
The dream then proceeded to skip from scene to scene without linking scenes, as dreams tend to do (as Inception told us). First I was with the friends on a rooftop in the vast city, with a fantastic view, throwing sort of squishy, inflatable cans at each other (it was a game, no violence). It seemed like it should have been a rooftop pool, but I don't recall any water.
There was also an extended scene driving through the city. It was in a valley, or perhaps at the foot of some mountains, and the outskirts were seemingly cut into the living rock of the high cliffs at the edge - huge buildings looming out of the rock face. The centre of the city was your usual glass and neon skyscraper jungle - very pretty at night. There was a broad river through the middle, crossed by some pretty bridges. Out the other side was open desert with long straight roads (just like we saw driving through Arizona this spring). We were roaring through in an open-top - very Fear and Loathing...
Cut to another scene where I was still on holiday in the US, but now with my father at some sort of roadside services where I'd been before and told my dad that there used to be a really nice kosher baker there (fairly sure that the bakery programme I watched on Sunday night where the presenter visited such a place in Salford and learned to make cholla inspired that, along with my current craving for the stuff), but now it had been replaced by a Sbarro (what on earth is a Sbarro?).
That's about all I remember. Brain, you are very odd.
Also, a vampire and a mermaid? Think of the children! Or perhaps a vampire and a Replicant - think of humanity!