Tell you all my secrets

No Oscar Wilde last night - but I did come up with a pretty good episode of House. Had to leave before it was over, though. Someone discovered I wasn't really sleeping turned the volume on the episode up really loud. I figured if I wasn't dreaming, I might as well go to the theatre even if I had the day off to go on a romantic trip with Mark (he was still asleep and I guess I figured he wouldn't notice). It was a good thing I did go, since Kari was running a school show and one group showed up at 9 for a 10:30 show, but they brought their 3 classroom rabbits to keep the kids occupied.

My dreams get stranger all the time.

I've been having strange, vivid movie-dreams this week. I think if I started writing them down, I could make some money.

Monday night it was a mash between Japanese Horror and Re-Animator-style horror.

Tuesday I came up with a great idea for staging King Lear.

Last night? An Adam Sandler movie complete with car chases, songs and Queen Latifa as a talking rat.

1. What do you think the phrase "heavily monstered" means - as in this sentence; "... I will be the first independent candidate for governor since they dragged a heavily monstered Sam Houston out from under a bridge."? (no google, please, I want to know what you think)

2. If you were going to spend a year as a caretaker in a remote location (think The Shining), what are 4 things you would have to have with you?

3. What's for lunch?

Apparently the questions are taking over my brain. I had a dream that I was part of a squad that had to go into a building where a nuclear bomb was going to be detonated and talk to the people there. Not warn them or help them evacuate, just ask questions. I thought we were focusing on the guy who was going to do it at first, but then I guess the dream was about talking to everyone. I was interviewing to one woman and, as her neighbor walked by, she called out, "Hey, what did you answer for 'if you could be any evil person in history, who would you be?' because I said -" and her friend just cut her off "Nancy Griffith" and kept walking. The woman then proceeded to pitch a fit about how her friend was going to win with an answer like that. (and no, I don't know why either. If you had asked me what I have against Nancy Griffith before this dream I would have said 'nothing, why?' but I guess my brain wasn't sharing something.)

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This is really fun, you should come play.

My back is bugging me a lot today.

This whole week needs a do-over.

Highlights have included Wednesday, when the cup holder on the van actually fell out WITH A DIET COKE STILL IN IT!, But I did make 3 trays of fudge this morning. I also had a dream in which a group of us were crashing at a friend's house. One of their sons was on the phone "No, ___ is my brother. Joshua is my son. We have one book in the house and the damn thing fell on his head. Now he's having trouble picking up his guns!"

1. How was your week?

2. What is the funniest dream you have had lately?

3. Is it wrong to think calling in jinxed is a really good idea?

But a good one, overall. It started off very oddly. I accidentally slept 11 hours Thursday night and had such vivid, strange dreams that it made off of Friday feel very surreal and off-kilter. I thought I saw a Bald Eagle hopping around downtown Friday morning, for example, for a moment and from a distance. It turned out to be a raven with a drink cup stuck over its head. I felt like that raven all day long. I think the whole thing started while I was still sitting in a cafe, indulging in a rare cup of coffee and reading the paper looking for mentions of ATY. That was how I came across the fact that they have released the first season of Fame on DVD.

Fame. On DVD

Now, I was a huge fan of this show and I honestly thought I was the Last Fan on Earth. I thought the only way I would see the show again would be to drag out the video tapes I made of the death rattle that was the final season on a Canadian network. I thought the only way I would hear Desdemona again would be to try to excavate the record albums still at my parent's house. I never thought there would be a call for this show to turn up on DVD. I'm honestly floored.

Normally, this kind of thing would send me screaming to my Amazon Wish List. Do not pass Go. Do not pretend to get any work done. Go straight to the @squee-ing and the hemorraging bank account. But this time, for once, I feel I should be cautious. I know, in my heart of hearts, that this was a cheesy show. I understand that even the nostalgia factor might not save it from the suck. Do I want to face that? More importantly, do I want to spend my money or a gift-giving occasion on that?

Yeah, I Netflix-ed it the second I got home. I'm a sucker, but I'm a cheap sucker.

Saturday was a little better, at least on the reality scale. Mark had an audition where he hit a home run as the one part he doesn't want to play. He's not feeling good about that. I'm trying to keep his hopes up for the callbacks.

We went to see Kafka Dances with scooterpbakes and kahteeyah. Overall, I thought the show was well done with strong performances, but I just didn't care for the script. After that we went to a bonfire and then stayed up until 3 in the morning finishing the second season of Dead Like Me.

I'd been warned that the second season blew huge, hairy goats but I thought it was a good show, for the most part. It was one of those series where you have a fine time while you are watching it but, when you start to talk about it afterward and try to piece together the logic of how and why things happened that you start to realize they really copped out and you start to get pissed off. I think that, had there been a 3rd season, you could probably go back and pin-point the moment where It All Went Wrong. It was when they let Mandy Patinkin sing.

Now don't get me wrong - I like Mandy a great deal. I think he has a fabulous voice (though I wonder if he has ever used his chest for a moment). Sunday in the Park with George is one of my favorite shows. I even own one of his solo albums and that album is why I think Mandy was one of the most self-indulgent performers out there. (Yes, more that Shatner, kornopolous, much, much more.) I especially don't think that his character on Dead Like Me should be a singer. I don't think he would have been if they didn't have MANDY. What really cracked me up is that, right before the scene where he sang, seconds before he warmed up that lilting Irish tenor, I turned to Mark and began to muse allowed on what an album by Mandy would be like these days. "Since he seems to be a lot less indulgent and more.....likely.....oh fuck."

Sunday we had the Breakfast Club at Cafe Amsterdam and then went to another Cordova/'Burner Family Safety Meeting. We went ahead and drew names for the Christmas Gift Exchange then instead of waiting for Thanksgiving. There are 2 people in the family who always leave me utterly stumped when it comes to gift-giving occasions. Of course, I drew one of them. Luckily I picked up a little something for that person over the summer, just in case, but now I have to come up with some other ideas.

After that we tried to get my computer fixed but the old girl staunchly refuses to accept aid. I mentioned that I'm thinking of just going with a cheap fix now and starting to look for a laptop that will play Sims and surf the internet. Mark and Rodney both latched onto this idea. The computer is covered with sites displaying refurbished laptops right now.

Rodney and geolinguist came over for dinner and a movie last night. We made a pasta bar and watched Love Actually. It was a perfectly harmless little film. I liked the plot with Liam Neeson and The Cute Kid best. geolinguist and I revived our game of "Predict that Cliche" for a little while. Basically the rules are that if you are able to predict what cliche will be indulged before the end of the scene, you have to drink. We had a wonderful time watching A View from the Top that way. I don't think I have ever been so drunk before 3 on a Saturday afternoon.

I'm supposed to be over helping out at ACT today but Ron is feeling under the weather so we are letting him sleep a while more before starting in on that. It's going to be interesting to see how all of this works out.

Probably more later. Definitely Christmas cards later on, if I can pry my ass off Neopets. It's not to late to put your name in for a card. In fact, we encourage that kind of behavior.

Hey sionainn , any guesses why I would have dreamed that you needed to borrow a ladle for 2 days and then need to be taught to drink out of it?

My brain is so strange.

It's my day off. It's also before 9am and I'm sitting here all bleary eyed, fuzzy-headed and NOT going back to bed for love or money. Well, love would be nice, but Mark already went to work so....

...anyway. "Why am I up?" you are probably not wondering at all? I am not taking any chances about falling back into whatever symbolic wasteland my subconscious was weaving for me.

I was dreaming about the tour. Again. This happens pretty often. I was dreaming that I was in a strange theater on what was probably the last tour stop, sitting behind a sound board that I had never seen in my life. Apparently my dream-self got cocky and figured I could now run anything with no preparation. Guess what. I can't even figure out how this machine is numbering the tracks and I have spent so much time on it that I haven't given the actors any calls. The CD rolls over into track 2, the first cue of the show, and I can't figure out how to make it stop so the actors just start the show.

Somehow, the dream fast-forwarded over this part, I make it through the show and it goes well. I have no idea how, in life or in the dream, apparently, because the same problems happen in the second show.

This one if definitely closing night, because all the actors are making curtain speeches and giving flowers to members of the audience and then I fuck up the sound cue and the show starts 25 minutes late. And I keep fucking up sound cues; fairy noises are appearing at court, staff effects happening while the staff is off-stage, massive hilarity and I'm in sobbing hysterics back at that god damned sound board.

Then. Bagpipes.

I start hearing bagpipes in the middle of a lovers' scene.

I loathe bagpipes to the core of my being. Not the "yeah, they suck but their kind of cool" but a genuine want-to-leave-the-room-rudely hatred of them. There are now bagpipes on my set. And a lot of people dancing and marching. And the lovers are marching and dancing with them. Mark, the director and I rush to watch and I look up at the director and say "I think we've been invaded by someone's Henry V" just before they all chant "Hen-ry-The-FIFTH" in unison.

I woke up then, luckily, left with the image of me chasing the director yelling "See? SEE! Henry V!"

I don't wanna sleep anymore.

This morning I woke up at 4:45 completely freaked out that I forgot to share a travel detail with my cast. As I composed the email, I realized I still had a question about it, so I'm waiting to hear back from our host so I can let my actors know the full scoop all at once.

Then I became convinced I'd lost the plane tickets, which led to me digging around the bedroom using my cell phone as a flashlight.

When I finally got myself back to bed, I had the most delicious dream. I was walking through my parent's house and everyone involved with the show was kind of milling around. There were a lot of pets there too. One of the grand-daughters of a company member was showing off her hugely fat black bulldog to me and explaining how she liked to be rolled around on her back, honest. As I left that conversation, I began to notice people hiding roses. I began to spot a vase tucked onto the floor here and there, set just on an edge behind something else and I finally walked into the main room which was just an explosion of bouquets, they were even laid out on the floor to mark a little lane for me to walk in and they all had my name on them. I just looked at my mom kind of tearily and said "I think I got some flowers."