A Daily Diary: A SLEW Of Dreams To Tell.

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

A SLEW Of Dreams To Tell.

9:04 a.m. I just woke up and had a shower. I have quite a few dreams to tell. Some are long, some are brief in detail, and there are times where things get jumbled. I had a LOT of long dreams tonight so I have scraped together the bulk of what I can possibly recall.

The first dream occurred between 10 p.m. and 3 a.m. this morning. First off, I recall meeting a casting agent and he was trying to see if I would make a suitable actress. His little test was to have me stand in front of a mirror, and get ready really fast as if I was in a 'sped up' motion. I did and smiled through the whole thing.

The next thing I know, he's seated me at an indoor picnic table. A younger (Think 2005 era) Jonathan Rhys Meyers is strumming an electric guitar, minding his business, and seated at the other end from us. The agent went on to tell me, with raised eyebrows and a sigh, that I may need quite a but of work. And he was comparing my below average acting to the preferred skill of acting in Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

April puts a song on by him, I think one that doesn't exist but meant to infer to August Rush, and asks me to guess what color the guitar was, now on our dining room table, without looking. She said some wrong color and I said, "BLUE!" which it was, a light sky blue.  She laughed that I got it right, in a friendly manner of course.

 I went in and sat down and suggested to the agent that Jonny give me some lessons, after all 'he has a Golden Globe from the time he played Elvis' and the agent thought this was a fantastic idea.

The next thing I remember, I'm at a round table with Jonny and two other Irishmen and they were discussing something. Meanwhile, Jonny was working on a form for a DNA test because he had a brother and wanted to know if he was really related to him. Meanwhile, this long blue bar across the page begins to grow, I guess claiming it was a match. He, at this point, is affixing various stickers with personal information on it to sections of the paper, where it was required.

More people begin to arrive in the house and it starts to make me a bit uneasy, including the brother's thin redheaded short curly haired mother, about in her 40's. I am looking out at the night sky through a window as she discusses her tough childhood.

Then, the next thing I know, we are standing outside in a field by a chain linked fence. A couple beautiful lightning bolts struck the ground and everyone was in awe. I asked someone to get my camera out of the bag.

Then the bolts got worse and more frequent, and struck an electrical power plant a mile or more away from the field. Then it started a fire, which as if there was some line of oil or other spark, started running right towards us. We run towards the house, and by now a line in the ground was growing like embers and I thought it was going to split open, and split the house.

The dream ended there but in my seconds on waking I wanted it to have an ending. So I vividly made a scene where the DNA test was dropped on the ground and another mysterious hand snatched it up (I could only see them from the knees up as they ran away from the house) and that was that.

Upon waking, I wrote down bits and pieces of what I could recall, using short words to describe key scenes (brain dump notes) and April walked by, concerned because my door was open and I was suddenly up at 3 a.m. asked if I was okay. I was. :D I soon went back to bed and dreamt for the next five-plus hours. I know I had another dream not here that half-flashed for a moment but I knew I no longer recalled it.

I remember being at an abandoned building and sticking these two worms, which were hollow, rigged, and shaped like gray tubes...and they TALKED (sounding like Milton Mamet from the Walking Dead) And one of them actually floated above the tank and started excreting something, as if it were, ahem, pooping a string. I asked what it was doing and it told me it was reproducing.

I instantly thought it was a mistake to put the two worms in there and I tried to kill 'smother' them both with dish liquid. I then handed it to this guy, which actually may have been the Governor from the Walking Dead, and instructed him to take the tank outside and separate the two worms, when he asked why, I told him that if he doesn't, they will destroy both this building and the rest of the world. Cut me some slack, that's dreaming for you. Anyway, he obeyed. The worms did not die. The next thing I remember was getting everyone away as the entire building exploded.

I next remember being in a prison with a bunch of people, chatting. The cells were open and there were no guards...it was mostly women. This dream is blurry and hard to put in order of events but I'm going to try.

I next remember the other block being so filled with water that a male prisoner busted through the concrete wall and the people rejoiced, being able to connect with prisoners who previously weren't in a position to be as free as they were. Some however, we later learned, were still trapped in their cells.

There was some instance of JRM, looking about circa 2010, talking to some inmate through a hole in the wall but it was a blur.

I was flying throughout the prison and got to a section where people were mostly dead, or dying, and a few were even on morgue tables. Then they started twitching and waking up. I became annoyed because I did not want to deal with zombies in the dream. So there I am, flying around as people are waking and others are panicking, with an annoyed sigh and I fly out of the building.

I had another dream where I just went around a happy neighborhood and sang Gospel music in a beautiful singing voice I do not possess. I didn't want to wake up at all and at one point was bargaining with God not to wake up so I could keep going on like this. Happiest dream for sure.

In another dream, I met Hugh Hefner and he showed me a pageant, kinda like a catwalk, that he threw for a friend of his. I also attended one of his parties and I suppose there are elements of this dream I would prefer to forget.

There was one scene where I was trying to talk him out of the pornography industry and his face was painted in one entire mask of purple as he talked, with one hand curled against his cheek.

Another thing I remember, close to the time of this dream, I was in a classic theater and seeing Natalie Dormer arrive in a stunning yellow corset-bodiced dress (where the corset half wrapped around the waist.) The dress may have had red sleeves which were off the shoulder and it was in a ballgown fashion.

I squealed from the second I saw it on her from across the room. I asked to wear it and immediately, it was on me. I went to the center of the rounded stage, where there was a dressing mirror, and demanded a wedding ceremony to the dress. This is not a proud moment for me when I describe it. Let's just be clear on that.

In fact, though I didn't acknowledge it at the time, the woman in the reflection was not even ME. It was a thinner woman with red hair and lipstick, but at least she looked full of joy.

Anyway, I was asked in the vow if I would worship the dress. Automatically, 'I' turned around, bent over, and answered matter-of-factly, 'You must Worship the Lord your God and serve Him only.' And he said something else and I said something about the dress not being able to give orders. That's about all I can say about it. Some things happened that I choose to forget.

At the end of all these dreams, I am sitting somewhere, possibly by a fountain and checking these emails on a laptop I supposedly sent myself containing images, and titles, relating to previous dreams. I love that God made me the way I am. It's like my brain has a system for trying extra hard to make sure I remember these by reminding me of them, though sometimes imperfectly, while I'm still dreaming.

Anyway, I woke up at some point after and wrote down the key titles of these dreams, one or two words to help me remember, and then headed to a shower, where I went over what happened in my head.

But yup, those are the dreams. I seriously have to get laundry done today. Our water is back. Last night wasn't eventful. I just hung out with April until around 10 p.m. and that was it.

9:56 a.m. Now that I wrote these and gathered images of my celebrity cameos, I think I'm ready for a blogger break.

11:07 a.m. Crawls away from the internet to eat and read a book. The Divine Secrets Of The Ya-Ya Sisterhood. April, by the way, is now reading Incidents In The Life Of A Slave Girl.

7:47 a.m. I AM DRUNK WITH MY FRIENDS!!!!!!! For the first time in ages. It feels like that feeling of being dizzy and trying not to fall. I'm rarely drunk. We went grocery shopping and came back with vodka too..so I'm here...drunk typing and yeah. Still capable of correcting typos, obviously.

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