Last night I dreamt that I had twin babies..about 2 months old. I went to a concert with a couple of friends, but no dad in sight, on the bus. We went to this huge spacious concert hall--don't remember the musician, and I had to take out the baby to breast feed. There were no maternal urges. It hurt!


end of dream.



but the babies were cute.

Five Sentences in Length.

I dreamt I was in a classroom and Sean Hannity was lecturing. He stopped the class to admire my white Turkish terrycloth bathrobe and ask me who made it. I said it was LL Bean. He told me that my face shone from the middle of the class. And then I woke up.

Dreammaking: How Nightmares are Made

AE and Lindsay "My uncle cheats 9/11 survivors out of money" Lohan are slated to star in a movie together. My private message to AE: Look what Hep C did to Pamela Anderson.

Dreammaking: The Process

Ok so before I detail my dream from last night, let me tell you what I DID last night...so you can see how my subconcious works. I met with my sister and sole surviving grandparent and went to go see Thank You for Smoking at The Bridge. While I was watching the film, amongst the myriad thoughts I had which I will not burden you with, two would later become integral to my dream later that evening. The first thought was of course, my old mantra..."Aaron Eckhart is so handsome, why did he have to leave us Mormon chicks so desolate?" The second was a pretty typical judgement on my part: "Boy, who cast that actress as his ex-wife, she is certainly no looker!"

So after the movie was over, and the Phish Food consumption was over, and I dropped my Gram at home, and then my sister...and made my way down PCH for the second time that day...I ended my day with a late-night episode of Sex and the City. It was one I had seen before, where the chick that dated Aidan after Carrie gives Carrie a really judgemental look...and they keep on bumping into eachother. Frankly, I think Carrie deserves it. She was really selfish and plain crazy the second time she ended it with Aidan. The only thing that kept me coming back to the show at that point was the hope that the clothes would get better, and we all know that didn't happen until the final season. I will never get why she chose Big over Aidan when Aidan was so HOT the second time they got together. Well this particular episode took place right after Miranda had her baby...so she hadn't showered, was dressed in sweats with the greasy hair, whathave you.

So now we get to the dream: You all saw this coming, but of course AE was my boyfriend. Except I looked exactly like Cynthia Nixon in that ep, except with brown hair like I have. I never got how guys wanted to date her on the show...but I wasn't her, I just looked like her...so I still didn't get why he was interested, and I was kind of leery, because I was thinking that he wouldn't have the standards that I had. Well then I catch him wearing this tee shirt with some really sick stuff on it...and he's constantly looking in this pda. So as I'm about to confront him about the shirt, he says he wants to do a retinal scan of me and save the data in his pda. Basically he wants to upload porn into my brain via the PDA. I swear I am not this neurotic in real life, but I totally started running away from him and shreiking, "NO RETINAL SCANS!" "Keep away, PORN BOY!"...and then I woke up.

Stefanimonster

Ok...look, I really do want to make this blog work.

The only thing I remember about my dream last night is that I was supposed to be Gwen Stefani's tour manager for one night in Connecticut, which basically meant I got to hold and cuddle her unnamed, sexless baby. Gwen was kind of stand offish and mean. Then we went to a mall and I kind of don't really remember anyting.

That was a really lame dream I know. I just am sorry that I am so cyclical with this blog. I will try to be bettah.

On Cruise with Clooney

Last night my subconscious finally got it right. Sort of. I dreamt I was on a cruise with George Clooney (who wore a tux the whole time) a 35 year old lady i've never met and her six year old son. The four of us shared a cabin, and yes I shared a bed with Clooney. Walking to dinner Clooney and I spent the whole time horsing around. Needless to say, this dream wasn't a nightmare.

Ben McGrath, Last Night I Dreamt of Your Cousin

First and foremost, I welcome myself back to this post which I have so treacherously abandoned. Were I a boatswain in his majesty's navy circa, well any time, I more than certainly would have been court-martialed for falling asleep at the stern, as it were.

And for you that can't deal with the allusion to all things nautical, what can I do but paraphrase one Vince Vaughn: "Sailing is like sex" to my people.

And so it is on that note that I turn to the mental narrative occupying my unconciousness last night, featuring one Mr. Luke Wilson, your future boyfriend and mine. Basically, we didn't do much, just held hands and went on a tour of his parents townhouse, which oddly enough was not in Dallas, but some nebulous non-descript metropolis. It was decorated with art deco building blocks. You know those futuristic tiles from the late 30s, early 40s?

I knew it was too good to be true when I saw that from his mom's room you could walk straight into Saks Fifth Avenue.

Ben McGrath and Luke Wilson Sing "We Are Family"-Gawker

And may I be the first to introduce you to the Luke Wilson Dance Party.

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Trailer Park OC

Last night I dreamt I was in a trailer...and there was Sandy and his wife from the OC, busy planning a bar mitzvah. Then, later I was instructing Ryan's girlfriend about where to go to college as we all stood around in the living room of the house i grew up in. bizarre.

move over liam

A few nights ago I dreamt that I was at work, and Steve Carell was one of the division chiefs at work. I talked to him about making 40 year old virgin, and he was real sweet about it. Later on in the dream, and he was always there. My current supervisor was telling me he was interested in me and I was like huh? Steve Carell?

For Betty

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Skip this one.

My parents are friends with two couples that they've known since college. So all of us kids grew up together, etc. Last night I dreamt that one of the kids in one family was really the son of the dad of the other family. It was weird and I didn't like it. Why did I have to dream something disturbing like that, why couldn't it just be nice and Sherpa like, with soccerballs and stuff.

Blech

Last night I dreamt that I was looking myself in the mirror, but i had facial hair everywhere. I was a hairy lil' ol sherpa. The worst thing about it is i remembered shaving it off twice but to no avail, back it came with a vengance.

With tha KILL!!!!!!!!

Well, I got my wish, sorta. Last night's creation involved me being in this two-person team volleyball tournament. While volleyball was one of the activites that I did actually feel I could competently participate in during PE in junior high...There's no way I've got hops enough to punch like Misty May. And thus no way in hell I'd ever do something like that in real life. So in the dream the odd thing was my team partner was this guy (no clue who it was...) And I was wearing rasta colored socks. And I gratefully didn't have to actually play, because before we got to the court, someone had thrown slime and noodles all over the court. So instead I had to clean it up (and not show everyone what a sucky player I was? DARN!)

PS if the playing partner in question had been Matt Fuerbringer, I don't think I could have played either, because I would have been in gorgeousness-induced paralysis. 6' 7" Stanford grad, and an Aquarius. Unfortunately, married.

Darn you Betty!

So, last night the last thing i read was SaucyBetty saying how she's jealous of my dreams...Last night I proceeded to have a dream about three different dudes. All three were at my parent's house. I know the three from real life. Two in my ward and the other was an ex boyfriend. Well, the main part of the dream was me trying to make sure the three boys in the house didn't know of each other. And then my lil' bro was in the dream showing me a book...but i can't remember what the book was. The ex-boyfriend was putting the moves on, but I didn't want him to....mostly because i was mad that we hadn't communicated for over a month.

Somehow it seems appropriate here

Hey, so I have this dream of actually meeting Saucy Betty and I was talking to my folks yesterday and they mentioned going to LA or San Diego over Christmas.....................

I was going to post my latest dream here...

But honestly, who cares.

Could have done without that one.

So the dream last night was that my ex-something created a linkup profile because our mutual friend told him about the site. I was embarrassed that he'd read my profile because I'm fat. Now that I'm not in the reverie of dreamland, I can't tell you how many things are wrong with this scenario. One, the guy is married so I seriously doubt that he'd make a linkup profile; if he did because he was looking to "date"...who needs him! I will never reward a cheater. Two, if, indeed I am feeling fat, you can't tell it by looking at my profile picture, that's for sure. Three...I could give a crap about this guy! I haven't thought about him in years.

On a related note...notice how Ruby's dreams are all about Grandparents and soccerballs and Trader Joes? Things that have nothing to do with relationships/dudes. Another reason I envy the Ruby.

Indecision re: allocation of resources. In other words, boring.

Well this one is going to be a fragment. For those of you who don't know, I used to live in North County San Diego. Liked it lots. My grandma lived there too, in Oceanside, until she passed away on New Years this year. Anyway, in my dream last night, I was in a room, like a library or study in a house, and there were posters in a stack on this table that was pushed up against a book case. In my dream it was my Grandma's house, but in real life, it looked nothing like it. For some reason I was trying to figure out wether I wanted to go visit my old roommate that still lives down there. And then I woke up. It was a weird wake up though. Like I was in the middle of my dream, and suddenly my brain switched on and was like, "time to get up!"...at 5:45am. Thanks brain.

Dirty Mattress

So all I remember about my dream last night is that I was somewhere in like a warehouse or something, and there were all these people in rows laying on mattresses sleeping right next to eachother. It wasn't a bad context either, say like being in a shelter or prison camp or whatever. So then out of nowhere secret crush #1 lies down next to me (lays? lies? I'm an English major...I should know this!!!!!) and I'm like wtf? He was nice and it was totally innocent, but then I got up and left because I couldn't deal with it. That's all I remember, I'm sure there was more to it. Really wish I would stop dreaming about him. I don't even think about him in the waking life...