ob-la-di, ob-la-da....
First off - a huge sigh of relief going out to my friends who were unfortunate enough to have to endure the wrath of Hurricane Dennis. Weather sucks, and I've said that since I first saw Willard Scott. *shiver*
Secondly - What the hell is wrong with me? I keep having these strange out-of-left-field dreams. So about a week ago i had the most wonderful dream EVER *see previous entry*, and now it's started to degrade into other things. For instance - whilst sleeping over at Marcia's house because of the storm I had probably one of the best and most realistic sex dreams I've ever had. I was awoken by Kyla, and later had to ask Marcia if I'd been moaning or speaking...I feared I had jeopardized the poor kids innocence. And so last night? I have another dream, but this one not so sexual in nature. I was at gay pride, in San Fransisco - now I can't say that it was accurate to SF since I've never been or anything, but the festival was HUGE. And for some strange reason there was a balding man with an close resemblence to Buddha at the beginning of each row of sponsers/tents. And this same bald guy/Buddah/monk always had on red and gold beads, and was always smiling down from a chair that was akin to a lifeguard chair. I started to wander through the sights, being taken aback by the extent of the festival, when I realized my entire family was with me. And just as I was watching a small black girl skateboarding (effortlessly mind you, she never pushed off the ground) - I see this very prim and proper woman wearing a Victorian outfit. I realize a short time later that this is no mere woman, this is Nicole Kidman. Odd right? Yeah just wait. I went up to Nicole and we talked...as if we were friends that had catching up to do. Then Tom Cruise comes in dressed in the same Victorian garb and talks with me. I then realize (sort of outside myself) that I'm a movie consultant. Tom and Nicole are doing a movie about gay culture and came to the pride festival to do a scene for the movie, only it's set for the 1800's pride festival. The only thought stranger than that was that it all made sense to me in the dream. So meanwhile my family is moving around with me, as if they were tethered to my hip, and we enjoy some food and say hello to a few tents, and then move towards a huge brick building in the center of the chaos. My sister mentions she's sleepy and I tell her we're in the right place then. I go inside and all visual aspects of this place would tell you it's a mental hospital - clear white partitions for patients to be viewed at all times (kinda like Hannibal was in), comfortable chairs with rounded edges, etc. My mom says "Well now we just have to find a place to crash". But it's not an easy task since each partitioned room is overflowing with people. Women asleep in chairs, men cradling each other on the floor...so I quickly move down the line until I find that the only rooms unoccupied are the isolation rooms, which lock instantly from the outside. My family seems fine with the idea of sleeping in there, but I find it terrifying. I then wake up.
This is a weird ass dream for the following reasons:
- I don't even LIKE Tom Cruise OR Nicole Kidman. Why not dream of Angelina Jolie or Sarah Shahi?
- What's the deal with the Buddah dude?
- Why does my family keep following me around? Even if they're in MY town, spaces unfamiliar to them, they'll scatter about.
- Mental hospital? WTF?
- And while I love the idea of there possibly being a pride festival way back in the 1800's (oh I wish it were that great), history would prove me wrong on that. So what's up with that?
- Why am I suddenly claustrophobic in my dream?
I was so totally and utterly confused when I woke up that I couldn't even verbalize the extent of it to Marcia. She just saw the expression on my face and thought something horrible had happened.
"Mary....are you okay?!?"
"No. I had this horrible dream with Tom Cruise and a mental hospital, and Buddah and Nicole Kidman!"
"Uhhhhhh, ooookay."
Finally - the most extensive of the what the hell is wrong with me questions - Why can't I write my paper? I'm usually dying to write my paper, and while I am a procrastinator, I usually have no problem sitting down and knocking out a paper in about....2 hours. I take a break and then re-read and revise later. This total and complete brain fart (for lack of a better term) on my part is really sucking. It does nothing but aggrivate me further, causing me further anxiety about said paper. And THAT is something I don't need. Granted I've made straight A's on all the papers for class so far, but c'mon! I never like what I write and I always think it's shit by the time I go to turn it in, so this not writing thing? SO not helping the situation. Blargh. I need a push pop - ya know, the old cheap ice cream/sorbet thingies?? Orange goodieness right to the core...and it never got freezer burn like regular ice cream. Always nice and soft and delicious.
*sigh*
Secondly - What the hell is wrong with me? I keep having these strange out-of-left-field dreams. So about a week ago i had the most wonderful dream EVER *see previous entry*, and now it's started to degrade into other things. For instance - whilst sleeping over at Marcia's house because of the storm I had probably one of the best and most realistic sex dreams I've ever had. I was awoken by Kyla, and later had to ask Marcia if I'd been moaning or speaking...I feared I had jeopardized the poor kids innocence. And so last night? I have another dream, but this one not so sexual in nature. I was at gay pride, in San Fransisco - now I can't say that it was accurate to SF since I've never been or anything, but the festival was HUGE. And for some strange reason there was a balding man with an close resemblence to Buddha at the beginning of each row of sponsers/tents. And this same bald guy/Buddah/monk always had on red and gold beads, and was always smiling down from a chair that was akin to a lifeguard chair. I started to wander through the sights, being taken aback by the extent of the festival, when I realized my entire family was with me. And just as I was watching a small black girl skateboarding (effortlessly mind you, she never pushed off the ground) - I see this very prim and proper woman wearing a Victorian outfit. I realize a short time later that this is no mere woman, this is Nicole Kidman. Odd right? Yeah just wait. I went up to Nicole and we talked...as if we were friends that had catching up to do. Then Tom Cruise comes in dressed in the same Victorian garb and talks with me. I then realize (sort of outside myself) that I'm a movie consultant. Tom and Nicole are doing a movie about gay culture and came to the pride festival to do a scene for the movie, only it's set for the 1800's pride festival. The only thought stranger than that was that it all made sense to me in the dream. So meanwhile my family is moving around with me, as if they were tethered to my hip, and we enjoy some food and say hello to a few tents, and then move towards a huge brick building in the center of the chaos. My sister mentions she's sleepy and I tell her we're in the right place then. I go inside and all visual aspects of this place would tell you it's a mental hospital - clear white partitions for patients to be viewed at all times (kinda like Hannibal was in), comfortable chairs with rounded edges, etc. My mom says "Well now we just have to find a place to crash". But it's not an easy task since each partitioned room is overflowing with people. Women asleep in chairs, men cradling each other on the floor...so I quickly move down the line until I find that the only rooms unoccupied are the isolation rooms, which lock instantly from the outside. My family seems fine with the idea of sleeping in there, but I find it terrifying. I then wake up.
This is a weird ass dream for the following reasons:
- I don't even LIKE Tom Cruise OR Nicole Kidman. Why not dream of Angelina Jolie or Sarah Shahi?
- What's the deal with the Buddah dude?
- Why does my family keep following me around? Even if they're in MY town, spaces unfamiliar to them, they'll scatter about.
- Mental hospital? WTF?
- And while I love the idea of there possibly being a pride festival way back in the 1800's (oh I wish it were that great), history would prove me wrong on that. So what's up with that?
- Why am I suddenly claustrophobic in my dream?
I was so totally and utterly confused when I woke up that I couldn't even verbalize the extent of it to Marcia. She just saw the expression on my face and thought something horrible had happened.
"Mary....are you okay?!?"
"No. I had this horrible dream with Tom Cruise and a mental hospital, and Buddah and Nicole Kidman!"
"Uhhhhhh, ooookay."
Finally - the most extensive of the what the hell is wrong with me questions - Why can't I write my paper? I'm usually dying to write my paper, and while I am a procrastinator, I usually have no problem sitting down and knocking out a paper in about....2 hours. I take a break and then re-read and revise later. This total and complete brain fart (for lack of a better term) on my part is really sucking. It does nothing but aggrivate me further, causing me further anxiety about said paper. And THAT is something I don't need. Granted I've made straight A's on all the papers for class so far, but c'mon! I never like what I write and I always think it's shit by the time I go to turn it in, so this not writing thing? SO not helping the situation. Blargh. I need a push pop - ya know, the old cheap ice cream/sorbet thingies?? Orange goodieness right to the core...and it never got freezer burn like regular ice cream. Always nice and soft and delicious.
*sigh*