Sunday night, July 19
It was wintertime, and I was in Summerville, South Carolina. There was no snow of course, but it was plenty cold, particulary because it was nighttime. I was staring up at my aunt's large house, still clad in boards, still standing at the end of South Magnolia Street, as it has since the 1840s. Its appearance had recently changed a great deal. No longer was the home painted white with the familiar black shutters; now it was painted a garish hot pink, with purple shutters. My aunt still lived there, but most of the building had been converted to a hotel. As I pondered all of this, a fast, nearly frozen stream rushed along nearby, practically under my feet.
I went inside, and the place was brimming with noise and confusion. Many of my cousins and other family members were there for a family wedding, and I wasn't sure where I was supposed to be, or what was happening next. Several of them passed by me near the concierge desk. They were all dressed in black formal attire, and were apparently heading out for a celebratory dinner or some other important event that I should attend, if I only knew what or where it was. I looked down and noticed that although I had the proper black pants and sport coat, I was wearing a loose, short-sleeved cotton button-down shirt made in India, which (to me, anyway) was dyed a very pleasing light aqua color. Right shirt; wrong occasion.
Suddenly everyone else had walked out the door, and I didn't know what to do next. I didn't know where to go to catch them, and I didn't know my room number at the hotel. I decided to walk around to the other side of the house (on the main floor) and sat down to collect my thoughts. My dad found me there and sat down across from me. He had a stern look on his face, and demanded to know why I wasn't where I was supposed to be, with the rest of the family.
*****
Dad was thinner in this dream; more reminiscent of the way he looked in early 1960s. In fact, it's odd that I dream of Dad appearing in a way that I don't remember at all, at least not consciously. (Then again, maybe that's the point. In dreams, one's subconscious comes out to play.) Dad was beginning to put on some weight by 1966 or so, and got much heavier after he quit smoking in the early 1970s. My brother Jimmie would have much stronger memories of a thinner Dad.
By the way, I love that aqua shirt. I wore it the other night while my wife and I strolled around the neighborhood.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Black and White World
Friday night, July 17
My brother Jimmie was staying in my old bedroom and Mom and Dad's house, and I went up there to visit him. In fact, his bed occupied the same space mine did, long ago. As I approached him, I noticed that he'd set up his stuff, just so, and there were a few surprises. I began to notice several black and white pictures in black frames. They weren't photographs; instead, they appeared to be silhouettes -- some of which Jimmie had made. I was intrigued. The first one I noticed was a picture of a hand, rendered in black, on a stark white background. I said, "I really like this." He said, "I made it." Looking around, I saw another neat picture, this one a very dark brown image of a coffee cup, and a few rings or spills for good measure. I asked him if he'd made that one, too. He said that he hadn't; he thought he'd seen it in a magazine. In fact, he didn't know where he'd gotten it, but he'd found it somewhere along the way, and kept it.
*****
Jimmie always had a good eye, and experimented with photography starting back when he was quite young. I especially like some of his black and white work.
And I've often clipped images that I really liked from magazines. I still find them filed away, years after the fact.
My brother Jimmie was staying in my old bedroom and Mom and Dad's house, and I went up there to visit him. In fact, his bed occupied the same space mine did, long ago. As I approached him, I noticed that he'd set up his stuff, just so, and there were a few surprises. I began to notice several black and white pictures in black frames. They weren't photographs; instead, they appeared to be silhouettes -- some of which Jimmie had made. I was intrigued. The first one I noticed was a picture of a hand, rendered in black, on a stark white background. I said, "I really like this." He said, "I made it." Looking around, I saw another neat picture, this one a very dark brown image of a coffee cup, and a few rings or spills for good measure. I asked him if he'd made that one, too. He said that he hadn't; he thought he'd seen it in a magazine. In fact, he didn't know where he'd gotten it, but he'd found it somewhere along the way, and kept it.
*****
Jimmie always had a good eye, and experimented with photography starting back when he was quite young. I especially like some of his black and white work.
And I've often clipped images that I really liked from magazines. I still find them filed away, years after the fact.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
The Pool / It's Just a Haircut
Monday night, 7/14/08
Dream 1: The Pool
My employer had embarked on a new money-making venture, assuming co-ownership of an amusement park and encouraging trade groups to spend time and money there. They had placed one of their managers, Shannon F., in charge. My wife and I went to check it out one day. I saw a large swimming pool, deep on the side to our far left, shallow to our right. We stood on the edge, next to a sliding board that deposited revelers directly into the water. A row of booths stood across from us on the other side of the pool, where vendors sold trinkets, T-shirts and food, and many more rides were back behind us. Some of my coworkers and some old friends of mine were milling about. I saw Shannon walk past me and say to someone, "We've had about 50 groups in already." My wife and I proceeded toward the shallow part of the pool, and got in at the far right edge, enough to get our feet wet. We, and a few other adults, were wearing plastic shoes -- the type that they sometimes sell at your fancy-shmancy upscale groceries. Anyway, as we walked over, I noticed that a familiar song was being piped through the sound system. It was a tune by ABBA, but it was a contemporary cover by a young country singer. When we got into the shallow water, our friend (and real estate agent) Kelly K. was standing to our right. She was wearing a light brown T-shirt with the "shadow" of an oval sticker on the top right. It appeared that she might have worn a name tag there long ago. I glanced around and noticed Jennifer A., a coworker who had actually just left my employer. I began to think to myself, "I wonder how many of these people I'll never see again?" when my wife broke the silence. She turned to me and said, "You can go look for any Hot Wheels you don't have, but there's NO WAY..." (meaning that if I happened to find late 60s or early 70s originals, if they were selling for outrageous prices, that expenditure would not be covered in, or sanctioned from, our family budget).
Dream 2: It's Just a Haircut
Johnny Cash was dead, but his wife, June, still owned their property, and had developed much of it into a theme park. There was a large central lake for swimming and boat rides, as well as a picnic area and all sorts of trains, large and small. I noticed that she had sold some land off to our left, behind the lake, where a tract of townhouses had been erected recently.
I was visiting the park with my brother Andrew, my friend Steve S., and Steve's son, Nicky. Nick was about 10 years old, and he was a free spirit. He had a pretty wild head of brown hair, and he had actually started sprouting the wisps of a beard. he needed a haircut. It would be my job to chase him down and hold him, while my brother did the deed. I saw Drew checking his scissors in the sunlight, no doubt making sure that they were sharp and ready.
Soon the chase was on, but before long I could tell that Nick didn't think it was fun, or funny. He was very upset; not angry, but distraught, and he wanted to talk about it. His dad wasn't around, but I sat down facing him, and listened to his story. Andrew sat at my right. At one point someone behind us started playing some familiar Beach Boys recordings, and Drew was distracted. He turned around and said, "Yeah -- that's good!" I motioned for him to pay attention, but soon we were interrupted again, when we had to move to make way for a caravan of miniature cars that was passing through. One of them was being driven by a cat.
Nicky explained that he didn't want a haircut because he already had a tough enough time fitting in with the kids at school. Some of his friends drank alcohol, and it made him uncomfortable, so he was already estranged because of that. A haircut would only make matters worse.
*****
Dream 2: It's Just a Haircut
I last saw Nick when he was probably about 6. I'm not sure how old he is now. I like him a lot, but know next to nothing about him these days. I have corresponded with his dad, Steve, a little in the past week, so that's undoubtedly why Steve and Nick showed up here. Johnny & June Cash used to own a large house on a lake in Hendersonville, TN, but never developed it into a park. In fact, June died shortly before Johnny did; about 5 years ago now.
By the way, I'm the one who needs the haircut.
Dream 1: The Pool
My employer had embarked on a new money-making venture, assuming co-ownership of an amusement park and encouraging trade groups to spend time and money there. They had placed one of their managers, Shannon F., in charge. My wife and I went to check it out one day. I saw a large swimming pool, deep on the side to our far left, shallow to our right. We stood on the edge, next to a sliding board that deposited revelers directly into the water. A row of booths stood across from us on the other side of the pool, where vendors sold trinkets, T-shirts and food, and many more rides were back behind us. Some of my coworkers and some old friends of mine were milling about. I saw Shannon walk past me and say to someone, "We've had about 50 groups in already." My wife and I proceeded toward the shallow part of the pool, and got in at the far right edge, enough to get our feet wet. We, and a few other adults, were wearing plastic shoes -- the type that they sometimes sell at your fancy-shmancy upscale groceries. Anyway, as we walked over, I noticed that a familiar song was being piped through the sound system. It was a tune by ABBA, but it was a contemporary cover by a young country singer. When we got into the shallow water, our friend (and real estate agent) Kelly K. was standing to our right. She was wearing a light brown T-shirt with the "shadow" of an oval sticker on the top right. It appeared that she might have worn a name tag there long ago. I glanced around and noticed Jennifer A., a coworker who had actually just left my employer. I began to think to myself, "I wonder how many of these people I'll never see again?" when my wife broke the silence. She turned to me and said, "You can go look for any Hot Wheels you don't have, but there's NO WAY..." (meaning that if I happened to find late 60s or early 70s originals, if they were selling for outrageous prices, that expenditure would not be covered in, or sanctioned from, our family budget).
Dream 2: It's Just a Haircut
Johnny Cash was dead, but his wife, June, still owned their property, and had developed much of it into a theme park. There was a large central lake for swimming and boat rides, as well as a picnic area and all sorts of trains, large and small. I noticed that she had sold some land off to our left, behind the lake, where a tract of townhouses had been erected recently.
I was visiting the park with my brother Andrew, my friend Steve S., and Steve's son, Nicky. Nick was about 10 years old, and he was a free spirit. He had a pretty wild head of brown hair, and he had actually started sprouting the wisps of a beard. he needed a haircut. It would be my job to chase him down and hold him, while my brother did the deed. I saw Drew checking his scissors in the sunlight, no doubt making sure that they were sharp and ready.
Soon the chase was on, but before long I could tell that Nick didn't think it was fun, or funny. He was very upset; not angry, but distraught, and he wanted to talk about it. His dad wasn't around, but I sat down facing him, and listened to his story. Andrew sat at my right. At one point someone behind us started playing some familiar Beach Boys recordings, and Drew was distracted. He turned around and said, "Yeah -- that's good!" I motioned for him to pay attention, but soon we were interrupted again, when we had to move to make way for a caravan of miniature cars that was passing through. One of them was being driven by a cat.
Nicky explained that he didn't want a haircut because he already had a tough enough time fitting in with the kids at school. Some of his friends drank alcohol, and it made him uncomfortable, so he was already estranged because of that. A haircut would only make matters worse.
*****
Dream 2: It's Just a Haircut
I last saw Nick when he was probably about 6. I'm not sure how old he is now. I like him a lot, but know next to nothing about him these days. I have corresponded with his dad, Steve, a little in the past week, so that's undoubtedly why Steve and Nick showed up here. Johnny & June Cash used to own a large house on a lake in Hendersonville, TN, but never developed it into a park. In fact, June died shortly before Johnny did; about 5 years ago now.
By the way, I'm the one who needs the haircut.
Coach?
Friday night, 7/11/08
I was walking around in my house, but it didn't resemble any place where I've actually lived. Somehow I had an uneasy feeling, as if I was being watched. I peered through the blinds on a window in the front room, and was shocked by what I saw: a full marching band and football team (all in uniforms) were standing on my street, looking at me, and waiting for orders. I decided I'd better get dressed and go out to see them.
By the time I opened the door it was getting dark outside, and the street was deserted. I guessed that they'd all headed off to the stadium. I hopped in my car and headed downtown, but soon got lost in a maze of over- and underpasses, ending up on a dead-end street in a bad neighborhood. I got out of my car and walked up a hill in someone's yard in order to get my bearings, and got dirt all over my pointy black boots.
*****
I hate complicated highway systems. I suspect that I might have thought of overpasses and underpasses because I recently read about a new 30-year plan for yet another revitalization of the area around the Mall in Washington, D.C. (The plan included dramatic change of the crappy highway system that cuts off the Kennedy Center from most local traffic.) I'm all for many of the changes, including the push to relocate the FBI and tear down their monstrously ugly headquarters, but in the end, I could only imagine what such expenditures could do for other parts of the District that really need the money.
I wore those black boots on my wedding day in 2001. I still take them out of the closet on rare occasions.
I was walking around in my house, but it didn't resemble any place where I've actually lived. Somehow I had an uneasy feeling, as if I was being watched. I peered through the blinds on a window in the front room, and was shocked by what I saw: a full marching band and football team (all in uniforms) were standing on my street, looking at me, and waiting for orders. I decided I'd better get dressed and go out to see them.
By the time I opened the door it was getting dark outside, and the street was deserted. I guessed that they'd all headed off to the stadium. I hopped in my car and headed downtown, but soon got lost in a maze of over- and underpasses, ending up on a dead-end street in a bad neighborhood. I got out of my car and walked up a hill in someone's yard in order to get my bearings, and got dirt all over my pointy black boots.
*****
I hate complicated highway systems. I suspect that I might have thought of overpasses and underpasses because I recently read about a new 30-year plan for yet another revitalization of the area around the Mall in Washington, D.C. (The plan included dramatic change of the crappy highway system that cuts off the Kennedy Center from most local traffic.) I'm all for many of the changes, including the push to relocate the FBI and tear down their monstrously ugly headquarters, but in the end, I could only imagine what such expenditures could do for other parts of the District that really need the money.
I wore those black boots on my wedding day in 2001. I still take them out of the closet on rare occasions.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Aftermath
Tuesday night
David Letterman really believed in a member of his show's staff, and encouraged him to run for public office. In fact, he was so impressed by the young man that he volunteered to be his campaign manager, and worked like a dog to get him elected. Unfortunately, on election day, things didn't go as planned, and Dave's candidate lost. Dave and his friend sat together on a couch, both in shirt sleeves, slacks and loosened ties. Both were in a daze. They passed a bottle of wine between them and wondered what went wrong.
*****
I'm reading Barack Obama's book "The Audacity of Hope," and recently finished a chapter titled "Politics," in which he describes an unsuccessful race for the U.S. House of Representatives in which everything that could go wrong did.
David Letterman really believed in a member of his show's staff, and encouraged him to run for public office. In fact, he was so impressed by the young man that he volunteered to be his campaign manager, and worked like a dog to get him elected. Unfortunately, on election day, things didn't go as planned, and Dave's candidate lost. Dave and his friend sat together on a couch, both in shirt sleeves, slacks and loosened ties. Both were in a daze. They passed a bottle of wine between them and wondered what went wrong.
*****
I'm reading Barack Obama's book "The Audacity of Hope," and recently finished a chapter titled "Politics," in which he describes an unsuccessful race for the U.S. House of Representatives in which everything that could go wrong did.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Gesture / Wedding Plans
Tuesday night
Dream 1: Gesture
My brother Andrew and I were living together, and one of our friends, a guy who was about our age, was visiting us, and his family was there, too. They were Jewish. The friend and Andrew were playing a game of Ping-Pong, and the rest of us were watching. At one point Andrew got pissed off about how the game was going, so he looked at the friend and made a dismissive gesture: he took his right hand, splayed out his fingers, curled it under his chin (palm-side down) and then flicked it at his guest. The guy at the other end of the table took it all in stride, as a typical "psych out" move, but his family was horrified and offended; they thought it was an anti-Jewish attack. Seeing this, I tried to intervene, but muddied things further. I said, "No, that's not what he meant at all! We're Catholic!" This information seemed to prove the father's point. He said, "You're Catholic?!" He stood up, ready to leave, along with his wife and younger children. I immediately backpedaled. I said, "Well, we were raised Catholic..."
Dream 2: Wedding Plans
I was hanging out at the apartment of an old friend of mine, a woman with a Hispanic surname. She and her long-time partner, Jodie Foster, had finally decided to tie the knot, and she was busy with preparations. We discussed how the big step would change their lives.
*****
DISCLAIMER: Dream 2 is not fact; it is fiction. It's only a dream. I have no knowledge of Ms. Foster's personal life, and don't have any interest in it.
Dream 1:
Actually, I think that the gesture in question is of Italian origin. I must have seen it in many movies and TV shows, notably "Moonstruck."
Dream 2:
Now I guess I've hit the lesbian story trifecta.
*****
Today marks a year since I began typing up my daily dreams (for the second time). It's been interesting, but it is hard work keeping up with it day after day. I'll keep the blog up and running, but I intend to slow down, and make occasional posts from now on, when I have dreams that I find particularly interesting or strange. In the meantime, I've gone back and compiled some data about my dreams of the past year.
Below is a list of the Top 10 people who showed up most frequently, or regularly, in my dreams over the past 12 months. (I didn't count every dream in which these folks appeared, but rather, counted how many months in which these people showed up at least once.)
1. Andrew C. (12 months out of 12)
2. My wife (11/12)
3. Dad C. (9/12)
3. Mom C. (9/12)
4. Jimmie C. (8/12)
5. Bruce Springsteen (7/12)
5. Eddie M. (7/12)
5. Gordon S. (7/12)
6. Jennie S. (current boss) (6/12)
6. Preston W. (6/12)
7. Brent L. (5/12)
7. Ed B. (5/12)
7. Rod S. (old boss) (5/12)
None of this surprises me all that much. These are the people that I think about the most, anyway. I do wish I could knock those managers out of my sleeping moments. On the other hand, I am a little surprised that I dreamed about Frank Sinatra in 3 out of the past 12 months...
Dream 1: Gesture
My brother Andrew and I were living together, and one of our friends, a guy who was about our age, was visiting us, and his family was there, too. They were Jewish. The friend and Andrew were playing a game of Ping-Pong, and the rest of us were watching. At one point Andrew got pissed off about how the game was going, so he looked at the friend and made a dismissive gesture: he took his right hand, splayed out his fingers, curled it under his chin (palm-side down) and then flicked it at his guest. The guy at the other end of the table took it all in stride, as a typical "psych out" move, but his family was horrified and offended; they thought it was an anti-Jewish attack. Seeing this, I tried to intervene, but muddied things further. I said, "No, that's not what he meant at all! We're Catholic!" This information seemed to prove the father's point. He said, "You're Catholic?!" He stood up, ready to leave, along with his wife and younger children. I immediately backpedaled. I said, "Well, we were raised Catholic..."
Dream 2: Wedding Plans
I was hanging out at the apartment of an old friend of mine, a woman with a Hispanic surname. She and her long-time partner, Jodie Foster, had finally decided to tie the knot, and she was busy with preparations. We discussed how the big step would change their lives.
*****
DISCLAIMER: Dream 2 is not fact; it is fiction. It's only a dream. I have no knowledge of Ms. Foster's personal life, and don't have any interest in it.
Dream 1:
Actually, I think that the gesture in question is of Italian origin. I must have seen it in many movies and TV shows, notably "Moonstruck."
Dream 2:
Now I guess I've hit the lesbian story trifecta.
*****
Today marks a year since I began typing up my daily dreams (for the second time). It's been interesting, but it is hard work keeping up with it day after day. I'll keep the blog up and running, but I intend to slow down, and make occasional posts from now on, when I have dreams that I find particularly interesting or strange. In the meantime, I've gone back and compiled some data about my dreams of the past year.
Below is a list of the Top 10 people who showed up most frequently, or regularly, in my dreams over the past 12 months. (I didn't count every dream in which these folks appeared, but rather, counted how many months in which these people showed up at least once.)
1. Andrew C. (12 months out of 12)
2. My wife (11/12)
3. Dad C. (9/12)
3. Mom C. (9/12)
4. Jimmie C. (8/12)
5. Bruce Springsteen (7/12)
5. Eddie M. (7/12)
5. Gordon S. (7/12)
6. Jennie S. (current boss) (6/12)
6. Preston W. (6/12)
7. Brent L. (5/12)
7. Ed B. (5/12)
7. Rod S. (old boss) (5/12)
None of this surprises me all that much. These are the people that I think about the most, anyway. I do wish I could knock those managers out of my sleeping moments. On the other hand, I am a little surprised that I dreamed about Frank Sinatra in 3 out of the past 12 months...
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Simply Appalling
Monday night, June 30
Actor Adam Sandler was being filmed having sex with a large rodent. It appeared to be a beaver, and the poor creature was on top. By that I mean the beaver, not Sandler.
*****
DISCLAIMER: This event did not happen; it's a strange dream that I had -- nothing more. I'm sure that Mr. Sandler is a very nice person who never abuses any quadrupeds.
This morning my wife asked me if I had any dreams, and I made the mistake of telling her about this one. I'm not sure she's over it yet. What could account for a dream that is so vile and strange? All I can figure is that I cooked up this scene as a quick sight gag in one of Sandler's silly movies. One can imagine his character sitting around a table playing cards with the guys, who are all bragging about their sexual exploits. When it becomes Sandler's turn, he says, "Boy, did I have a beaver last night!" (Cut to the shot of Sandler and an actual beaver.)
Comedy is not pretty, as Steve Martin said long ago.
Many years ago, some time in the early 1980s, I was watching TV late at night, and came across the documentary "This Is Elvis." I was very amused when Elvis was filmed while sitting with members of his entourage in the back of a limo, and the King was overheard (on network TV) saying, "I was buried in a beaver last night!" Suddenly he noticed that he was being filmed, and immediately began singing "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." That Elvis. What a card.
*****
June 2008 Dream Roundup
Family and Friends:
Andrew C.
Arina H.
Brent L.
Dad C.
Ed B.
Eddie M. (someone called out to him in "The Party's Over")
Mom C.
Stuart R.
Tracy M.
Acquaintances and Coworkers:
Christy J.
Duncan S.
Jennie S.
Rod S.
Celebrities
Andy Griffith (as Sheriff Andy Taylor)
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
Don Knotts (as Deputy Barney Fife)
The Edge (of U2)
Frances Bavier (as Aunt Bee)
Frankenstein (I'd just seen the classic 1930s movie in "Sympathy for the Monster")
Hal Holbrook
Jack Lemmon
The Jackson 5 (one of their albums was seen in "Cleanup Time"
Laura Bush
Paul Giamatti
Ronnie Howard (as Opie Taylor)
Sarah Jessica Parker
Smokey Robinson and the Miracles (one of their albums was seen in "Cleanup Time")
Steve Martin
Walter Matthau
Actor Adam Sandler was being filmed having sex with a large rodent. It appeared to be a beaver, and the poor creature was on top. By that I mean the beaver, not Sandler.
*****
DISCLAIMER: This event did not happen; it's a strange dream that I had -- nothing more. I'm sure that Mr. Sandler is a very nice person who never abuses any quadrupeds.
This morning my wife asked me if I had any dreams, and I made the mistake of telling her about this one. I'm not sure she's over it yet. What could account for a dream that is so vile and strange? All I can figure is that I cooked up this scene as a quick sight gag in one of Sandler's silly movies. One can imagine his character sitting around a table playing cards with the guys, who are all bragging about their sexual exploits. When it becomes Sandler's turn, he says, "Boy, did I have a beaver last night!" (Cut to the shot of Sandler and an actual beaver.)
Comedy is not pretty, as Steve Martin said long ago.
Many years ago, some time in the early 1980s, I was watching TV late at night, and came across the documentary "This Is Elvis." I was very amused when Elvis was filmed while sitting with members of his entourage in the back of a limo, and the King was overheard (on network TV) saying, "I was buried in a beaver last night!" Suddenly he noticed that he was being filmed, and immediately began singing "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." That Elvis. What a card.
*****
June 2008 Dream Roundup
Family and Friends:
Andrew C.
Arina H.
Brent L.
Dad C.
Ed B.
Eddie M. (someone called out to him in "The Party's Over")
Mom C.
Stuart R.
Tracy M.
Acquaintances and Coworkers:
Christy J.
Duncan S.
Jennie S.
Rod S.
Celebrities
Andy Griffith (as Sheriff Andy Taylor)
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
Don Knotts (as Deputy Barney Fife)
The Edge (of U2)
Frances Bavier (as Aunt Bee)
Frankenstein (I'd just seen the classic 1930s movie in "Sympathy for the Monster")
Hal Holbrook
Jack Lemmon
The Jackson 5 (one of their albums was seen in "Cleanup Time"
Laura Bush
Paul Giamatti
Ronnie Howard (as Opie Taylor)
Sarah Jessica Parker
Smokey Robinson and the Miracles (one of their albums was seen in "Cleanup Time")
Steve Martin
Walter Matthau
That's Not Allowed / Actors' Studio?
Saturday night, June 28
Dream 1: That's Not Allowed
A scandal had broken out at the U.N. in New York. A woman who was a high official there was found to be in a relationship with the organization's spokeswoman, (Sarah Jessica Parker) which was against the rules. As this story was breaking, old school friend Brent L. was over at my mom and dad's house. He was filling out a job application as Mom supervised.
Dream 2: Actors' Studio?
I was attending an acting seminar at my old elementary school, Jamestown, and it was the present day. Several famous thespians sat in a row in the middle of the multi-purpose room, and talked about their experiences, including Hal Holbrook and Paul Giamatti.
*****
Dream 1:
This must be lesbian week in Dream Blog land.
Dream 1: That's Not Allowed
A scandal had broken out at the U.N. in New York. A woman who was a high official there was found to be in a relationship with the organization's spokeswoman, (Sarah Jessica Parker) which was against the rules. As this story was breaking, old school friend Brent L. was over at my mom and dad's house. He was filling out a job application as Mom supervised.
Dream 2: Actors' Studio?
I was attending an acting seminar at my old elementary school, Jamestown, and it was the present day. Several famous thespians sat in a row in the middle of the multi-purpose room, and talked about their experiences, including Hal Holbrook and Paul Giamatti.
*****
Dream 1:
This must be lesbian week in Dream Blog land.
Special Edition
Thursday night, June 26
I was shopping for DVDs, and I picked up a copy of "Unforgiven," but I already had a special edition of that one, so I put it back. Next, I came across a movie I hadn't seen before. It was a multi-disc set, housed in a special sleeve, and was the story of two women in their 70s -- lifelong friends, who had both longed for love, but never married. In their twilight years they finally realized that the thing they had been searching for all their lives was each other. It was apparently a serious, touching story, but the leads were played by Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau. In drag, of course.
*****
I was shopping for DVDs, and I picked up a copy of "Unforgiven," but I already had a special edition of that one, so I put it back. Next, I came across a movie I hadn't seen before. It was a multi-disc set, housed in a special sleeve, and was the story of two women in their 70s -- lifelong friends, who had both longed for love, but never married. In their twilight years they finally realized that the thing they had been searching for all their lives was each other. It was apparently a serious, touching story, but the leads were played by Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau. In drag, of course.
*****
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