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

http://shop.gawker.com/cgi-bin/shopper.cgi?preadd=action&key=GWT01

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...

Not the pounds I want to lose!

When did I have this dream? Probably from Thursday-Friday night last week. In real life, I just got back from London. I had been working at a law firm there for a couple of weeks. They paid me "under the table"--cash in an envelope. I dreamt that I got a letter from them and they were like, "Could you please send us back £50 from what we sent you? We evaluated the work you did and feel that we overpaid."

I don't really know why I had this dream, because in real life they were very complimentary of the work I did...calling people and sending letters and stuff. Whatevs. I think I had the dream because I thought I got paid crap. That's probably it. Rule Britannia.

It's official. I had another losing my teeth dream. In this one I had a loose tooth that I was wiggling and it just came right out. It wasn't painful, but I could see a tooth underneath. Even though it was just a minute detail in my dream...We all know what that means! Classic "loss of power" metaphor. The interesting twists being...I pulled it out myself, meaning I'm the one making myself powerless; and there was what looked like another tooth poking out below, which would indicate slow development....just now getting my adult teeth at 30! Again proof that dreams don't really tell us anything that we didn't know to begin with.

tsunami

i dreamt that i was in a tsunami...after the waves washed over us and everyone was okay, we just sat on the beach watching the other waves

ERRONEOUS!! ERRONEOUS!!

Picture it, The Italian Lake Country, 2005. I was stoked to go to Italy, but bummed that I would only have time to visit where I'd already been...Lago di Como (Which in reality I have NOT been to, and is like the only place in Italy I wanna go, well that and Positano, and Cinque Terre, and back to Ischia and Capri, and Cortina d'Ampezzo.) Ok, so I fly in on this Sea Plane looking thing, and I'm there with my sister, who mysteriously never visually appears in the dream. So, all of a sudden, I am in a private room, presumably in the hotel where I'm staying, and Vince Vaughn is getting all up ons. I don't think he's Italian, but who knows. All of a sudden our little nooky-fest is interrupted because my plane is departing (told you it was a quick trip!) in five minutes, and I haven't even packed. I rush into my room to throw my things together, and can't even find my sister. But somehow it comes about that we're leaving at another time. So I go back to "resume" with Funtime Vince, only to find he's just stepped into the elevator to leave and take off for wherever he's going.

So do you see what I mean? I don't even get what I want IN MY DREAMLIFE. And how about this picture? I don't think it's really Vince. More like Vincent Perez, he of the smouldering gaze.

And yes, to date, I have seen Wedding Crashers 3 times and paid full price.

PS I think the lake country was the setting because I just watched the new Gwen Stefani video, which is set there. That bitch has everything.

a small "incestuous" mormon community

So, this new dude Leonard has been expressing interest in me. He's cute, nice, fun etc etc
However, apparently he recently broke the heart of a friend's friend who is now dating a guy who i went to gettyburgh with and seemed to be a little into me the first of the month......but i didn't pursue it because i was being stalked by his roommate.

Which is funny because i don't date a ton, don't think every guy is after me etc etc etc

The answering machine

Last night I dreamt about the voice mail on my cell phone. Later on, I had a different dream. My boss called me to tell me that the voice mail on my phone was simply unprofessional. I listened to it and realized I must have changed it while i was asleep............

This article makes me happy.

Current Affairs Covered Like Nobody's Business

By Peter Carlson
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, July 19, 2005; C01

It's high time for those high-minded, highbrow media critics to get down on their knobby knees and bleat out an apology to the hardworking men and women of America's cheeseball magazines.

These snooty, snotty critics are forever yipping and yapping about how magazines just don't spend time and money to really dig deep into the stories they cover.

Well, maybe that's true for trivial topics like global warming or the budget deficit or genocide in Sudan, but it's definitely not true for one of the great epics of our time: the star-crossed love triangle of Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie.

When it comes to Brad & Jen & Angelina -- and now Vince Vaughn, who may or may not be Jen's new squeeze -- nothing can stop America's great cheeseball magazines, which are, of course, Us and Star. Say what you want, they've stayed with this story for months , spending a fortune to chase the libidinous celebs literally around the world, following every twist of the story, even some that weren't, in the strictest sense, actually true.

Look at this week's Star. Not only does it have a piece on Jen and Vince's "Steamy Nights Together!" and a "World Exclusive! -- Brad & Angelina to Wed!" -- but it also has an interview with the grandmother of the Ethiopian baby that Angelina recently adopted.

"When Star learned that Angelina Jolie was adopting a child in Ethiopia," writes editor Joe Dolce, "we rushed two reporters to the scene. They immediately flew to the capital city of Addis Ababa and then made an arduous six-hour trek -- by jeep over rough, rugged roads -- to the tiny village of Awassa, where Angelina's baby was born."

Very impressive!

But no more impressive than Us, which ran a story on the adoption (and Brad & Angelina's subsequent weekend getaway in France) that credited no fewer than 12 reporters: one in Ethiopia, one in France, two in London, three in New York, four in Los Angeles and one in Chicago. Us also called in not just one but two handwriting experts to analyze an autograph that Aniston recently gave to a fan in Chicago, which showed that Jen is "very private" and that love is important to her.

This is the kind of no-stone-left-unturned reporting that ought to win awards. But the high-minded, highbrow folks who bestow awards would rather eat worms than give one to the cheeseballs.

Fortunately, we at the Magazine Reader are low-minded lowbrows, so we've created our own Cheeseball Magazine Awards for excellence in covering Brad & Jen & Angelina & Vince.

The envelopes, please:

Most Thought-Provoking Headline: Star. "Brad Gets Naked With Angelina!"

Best Question: Us. Discussing how Brad's love for Angelina lured him into aiding her Third World refugee work, Us asked the question on everyone's mind: "Could Aniston's loss be the developing world's gain?"

Best Freudian Analysis: Star quoted a "longtime friend" of Aniston's saying, "Brad felt Jen has never resolved the feelings of abandonment that began when her father John left her mom Nancy."

Most Creative Use of Alleged Experts: This was a tough call. Both mags have burrowed deep into their Rolodexes, dialing up scads of shrinks, body language experts, relationship gurus and countless unnamed alleged insiders. But Us took the prize for quoting in a single issue (Jan. 31) the author of the book "Breakup Girl to the Rescue!" plus the author of "Will Our Love Last?" plus the author of "The Love Compatibility Book," as well as "the creator of DivorceBusting.com."

Best Policy Wonk Moment: A tie. Both Star and Us ran pictures of that magic moment when Angelina greeted Richard Gere at the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland.

Best Advice to a Member of the Love Triangle: Star, for calling in "former supermodel" Janice Dickinson to offer sage advice to Aniston on how to win Brad back: "Have a showdown with Angelina Jolie. Hell, you and Angelina ought to have an affair! You'd be a hot couple!"

Most Prodigious Use of Exclamation Points!!: Star!! It's not even close!!!

Best Refutation of the Idea That Tax Cuts for the Rich Help the American Economy: Star reported Jan. 17 that Brad & Jen and their pals Courteney Cox Arquette and David Arquette spent $100,000 for a week's rental of a beach house in the British West Indies.

Best 180-Degree Reversal: After running a cover story on the alleged Aniston-Vaughn romance on July 11, Us reported this week that "there have been no signs of romance."

Biggest Screw-Up: Star, for its Jan. 17 cover story: "Brad & Jen Back On! It's Baby Time!" Ooops!

Weirdest Simultaneous Cover Headlines (particularly when you consider that if both were true the story would have ended right there):

Us, Feb. 14: "Brad Wants Jen Back!"

Star, Feb. 14: "Jen Fights to Get Brad Back!"

Most Thought-Provoking Polling Data: Star: "58% of single females say they would give up sex for a year for one Valentine's Day date with Brad Pitt."

Best Historical Sidebar Story: Star, for the Feb. 28 piece titled "More Man-Eaters, Past & Present," which revealed "Who They Are" and "Who They Ate" and included Ava Gardner, who ate Frank Sinatra, and Elizabeth Taylor, who ate Eddie Fisher. In an era when our schools just don't teach enough history, this was a major public service.

Best Blatantly Fake Photos: Under normal circumstances, Star would have snagged this award by illustrating its July 4 cover story, "Is Angelina Pregnant With Brad's Baby?," with computer-generated photos of what "Brad and Angelina's babies might look like." But W, the fashion magazine, seized this award with its July issue, which contained a 60-page photo essay in which Brad and Angelina and a gaggle of cute tykes portrayed an early '60s-era dysfunctional family. (The key question here is: Does W qualify as a cheeseball magazine? After much debate, we at Mag Reader have concluded that it does, although it peddles a classier cheese. Call it a brieball mag.)

Best Reason for Continuing the Brad & Jen & Angelina & Vince Madness for at Least a Few More Months: Less room for stories on the Tom Cruise-Katie Holmes affair.

© 200

death of a crush.....(not mine)