Recent dream snippets

My stuffed animal pig had turned a deep red (instead of her usual powder pink).  I said it was because she was sun-burned.

Was in a mall food court and saw an ex-boyfriend (looking exactly like his mid-20s self) even though it's been over 12 years.  But when I stopped him, he seemed bewildered.

Louis C.K. was in my dream, can't remember what he was doing.

Had a couple hairless baby pandas in my kitchen.  They started doing back flips all over the place, and I thought about opening the back door to let them outside, but then was afraid they'd run away.  So I try to get them under a cardboard box with holes cut into it.

A guy who created super-powerful scents, using his own bodily smell. He was constantly sniffing his own crotch.  His scents were sold black-market though, like drugs.

Peeing endlessly on the carpet.

Vincent Cassel wearing a Crips blue bandana do-rag on his head.  I was in France with him and a German girl backpacker -- I couldn't speak any German.

Andrew McCarthy, pregnant women, and Peru

I was at a lecture with my mom and aunt. The room was sort of like the old lecture halls in McCosh at Princeton. Andrew McCarthy came up to me and said hi - apparently we had gone to high school together. When he left, I told my mom and aunt (in Chinese) that he was a movie star and we had gone to school together. They said that I should invite him to have dinner with us after the lecture. When he came back, he had notes scribbled on paper and gave them to us. He said these were his ideas for a movie script.

Then I was with my friend who was pregnant and wearing a gray seersucker sheath dress. She was thin and looked great - just the baby bump. I realized that I had been rude in not congratulating her sooner on expecting. Her 2-year-old was running around under the dining room table - he was proportioned like a 2-year-old but only about 1/2 the size, like a miniature kid. I tried to pick him up and he was tiny.

Then I was at some tourist site in Peru, walking along a trail full of other tourists. There were red llamas, and small buffaloes. There were also horses running down the mountains, followed by jockeys on foot running after them. I thought, I should take some pictures... Then the clouds broke and it started to rain hard, so I made my way into a building. It was a hotel, and there was a woman checking in who looked like a girl I went to high school with - at least from the back. She was pregnant and wearing a slinky black cocktail dress with cutouts, only because she was pregnant the dress didn't fit and she only had it halfway zipped up. She and her friend started talking to me - first about how quickly the weather had changed, then they also had a bunch of CDs of local pop music and wondered if I wanted them.

New neighbors

In my dream, a cool old brick building at the end of Nassau Street in Princeton had been converted to luxury apartments, and we lived in one of them. There was a courtyard in the middle, and when we looked across we could see directly into the house of one of our neighbors. This was a huge place with a 2-story vaulted ceiling room, that was hung with medieval art, with a stage and lecture seating. It looked like some sort of chapel, but it was just a room where they did their daily things, like getting the kids off to school with backpacks and lunches.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Billy Connolly were also our neighbors apparently. Princeton, the town itself, also seemed much hipper and more urban. We were sleeping one night and one of our neighbors was out on his balcony in the courtyard talking loudly on the phone. He had an annoying nasal voice, and he was saying "I'm the wine guy, that's my thing."

Sauna room gawking

Redneckhunter and I were at a small water park with 2 of his former co-workers. We were in wading pools, but the water was kind of deep for me. It came up to above my chin, so I had to bob to keep my head above water. Then we went into an underwater passageway that opened up to a sauna room. The room had windows to the outside, where people had gathered to watch us. So we sat and stared at them staring at us. Only then I noticed that no one was actually looking at us - they were all staring at Megan Fox who was also in the sauna.

Cooking for actors

I was part of a summer stock theater production out in the country, though I couldn't figure out exactly what my role was, why I was there, since I don't act or direct, or do lighting or sound or stage sets or anything. It reminded me of an internship I had at a summer arts festival in New York State where I first realized that I really hated actors as people to hang out with. Anyway, then it occurred to me - or I kind of decided - that I was the cook.

So I set up a buffet meal - both meat and vegetarian options. One actress started asking me about whether the vegetarian entrees were truly vegetarian, were the beans cooked in chicken stock, etc. So I was kind of a bitch to her about it. I preferred dealing with the crew over the actors.

Passport between dimensions

I was in a strange airport - there were glass doors leading to unknown rooms, with strange writing etched on them. I had a passport and was passing through security, and each time I presented the passport, I passed through into some limbo state, along with another girl. Once in the limbo state, we seemed to be invisible to the two other people who were there - Patrick Swayze and Wesley Snipes. The two of them were arguing about something - the gist of it was, if we stayed there in limbo, we would be unharmed as mankind went through its demise. Or we could try to go back out and try to do something to prevent it. I wasn't sure where or when or what the "airport" was - it certainly wasn't our current world, and so my fellow traveler and I weren't sure what we could do. She and I kept passing back and forth - we thought it was odd that the security guard didn't seem to notice, but it seemed like each time we did it we appeared to be different people.

Christopher Walken and the ride

I was wandering around a complex of museums. I went into a Warhol Museum store, wandered through a cafe. I'm not sure what I was looking for. Across the crowded cafe, I thought I saw redneckhunter's friend Gus, who also spotted me. But I had to keep going and didn't stop to say hi. I got on an escalator going down, and realized that it was getting darker and the tilt of the escalator was changing so that you ended up seated. There were lights and sounds and the ride was getting faster and steeper, and I realized that this was actually an art installation. It would have been kind of scary except that a young Christopher Walken ended up seated across from me and he was smiling and singing "New York, New York" and it was fun like a roller coaster.

School lunch

I dreamed I was in a little kid's body - to be exact, that of my 6-year old niece. I was in school and sitting next to Danny from 30 Rock. Even though he was in my class, he was Danny as his own adult self. I was eating an Eggs Benedict-style dish, only instead of the English muffin, it was a cinnamon crumpet, and instead of Hollandaise, it was a cheesier sauce - pretty delicious.

More bad movies...

I was in my college art class with Powers Boothe, my former drawing teacher. It was the first class and he started it off by having us watch a movie. He said it was by The Weinstein Company, but it seemed to be some cheesy soft-core beach movie. I was on the end of a couch, my friend Melissa was next to me, my cousin 1000yregg next to her, and Powers on the other end. I fell asleep during it, but hoped that the teacher was too far away to notice.

After that movie, he said we were going to watch 2 more film versions of the same archetypal story - one good film, and one bad film. I had 2 thoughts - 1) there was a plot to the movie we just saw? and 2) there's a film version out there that's worse?

His co-teacher then joined us. She looked like Thandie Newton and she wore a red cosplay Gothic Lolita outfit - red and flouncy with big white ruffles, a white bonnet and white apron. She sat next to me on the couch and started bouncing up and down. I said to her, jeez you're like some yappy little dog that humps everything it sees.

Virtual Reality Movies?

Continuing in the vein of being within a movie while not really being it, but rather still being a viewer, this time I was in a Charlton Heston movie. He played a Roman gladiator, and after an amazing feat of heroism, he walked right up to me (my character), looking the character I embodied right in the eye. I was supposed to be an elderly woman (his mother perhaps?) and Heston leaned in and kissed my character on the cheek. The whole time, I was in the character amazed at how lifelike the movie felt.

I had also heard about a project for a touch screen virtual reality experience with Brigitte Bardot. I thought to myself, hmm, no one's going to want to have virtual playtime with today's Bardot, so they must be using CGI and old footage to create this game/movie.

How I Met Your Mother

I was friends with all the people in How I Met Your Mother. They weren't real, they were still characters, and I wasn't an actor on the show, yet I was still there.

The premise of the show involved some forgotten events, and clues that reminded them of what actually happened. For instance, the fact that Ted found 3 plates of birthday cake reminded him that he had Barney were having cake in the hallway, when Robin came out with her own piece of cake. In my version of the show, everyone seemed to live in the same apartment building, so it was kind of like a dorm where people hung out in the hallways. Ted also had a set of another guy's clothes, and then he remembered meeting a cute curly-haired girl who had given him the clothes.

Vague Recollections

Haven't been writing them down right away, so have not been remembering my dreams too well lately. But here are some things I remember:

Robert Downey Jr.
kissing Johnny Depp
Being in Japan and packing with my brother there.
My 13-year-old niece being little again.
Eating and feeling a little nauseous.

Too much TV

I think I have overloaded on the craptacular "Jersey Shore" show on MTV. My dream was full of muscle dudes living together, only in my dream Michael Cera also lived with them, and he was the one geeky guy who tried really hard to get laid and couldn't.

Conversation with Felicity Huffman

I was in a library-looking place, with what I think were books stacked on shelves.  Maybe it was an old-fashoned bookstore, but it was well lit, and we were in an open area.  There were a handful of people around.

First the group was having a conversation, and I made a witty reference to something the Dana character says in an episode of Sports Night (I wish I could remember what the reference was).  She had her back to me at the time, and she didn't really react.  I turned to one of the other (anonymous) people and said "I really wish she had heard that."

Inglourious Basterds

1000yregg and I were on a tour of the set of "Inglourious Basterds." He was being a total fanboy, as expected. When the tour cleared out, I was left alone with Ted Danson's character from "Bored to Death" and we started making out on the top bunk of an Army cot. It was getting hot, so we moved to the bottom bunk, and then I noticed that there were people moving around outside the window of the barracks. I looked outside, and it was Princeton. They were filming scenes on Princeton's campus - it was right outside of Spelman dorms, but they were making the scene look like it was shot out in the woods.

Ghosts and Vampires

True Blood has been off the air for months now, but I had another sexy Eric the vampire dream... sigh...

In the other part of the dream, redneckhunter and I were moving into a big old house. We had a son who was about 7 years old. The house was fully furnished with mid-century modern furniture, and seemed to have 3 separate formal living rooms and 2 formal dining rooms. There was a cool room with eaves that we were making the kid's room.

We had heard that the house was haunted by the ghost of a tall woman. As we walked through the house there were all these red herrings of things/people that might be the ghost. For instance, we saw our son on a couch with a cloaked figure, who turned out to be my brother in a sleeping bag sleeping on the couch.

Later on, we were getting ice cream at an ice cream stand that was in our house. There were other customers in line too. One woman in line looked like Vanessa Redgrave wearing a long hooded cloak, and I wondered if she was the ghost.

Urban to Suburban

I was with someone who was bringing me to their apartment. I think it was a gang girl (a bit like Snoop from The Wire), but maybe it could have been a Ghost Dog type of guy.)

Anyway, the place was in the midst of an industrial urban wasteland - nothing but abandoned factories and empty lots all around. We went into a run-down building, up a dark flight of stairs, to what I realized was the front door, which looked only like a large sheet of rusted steel. She/he put some kind of key into a barely discernible hole and into the "apartment" we went. Up another flight of dark stairs and into a minimally furnished but pretty unexpectedly nice place, which opened onto the rooftop of the building. I could tell the person really didn't want to be found, so I asked them whether they were ever worried about being spotted on the roof, by police helicopters and such.

The second part of the night, I was in Princeton in the early 1960s, riding in the back of a car driving down Washington Road, kissing Don Draper from Mad Men.

Cosa Nostra and Kosher Nostra

I was watching TV with 1000yregg and redneckhunter and stopped on a mob movie with Robert DeNiro, Joe Pesci, the usual suspects. It looked like Casino, but wasn't. Then suddenly I was in the movie, at a meeting. Ving Rhames was there too. Ving and I were trying to work our way out of the mob, so I was filling out a form into which I wrote "Next step: De-escalation." And I thought, wow organized crime is nothing like you see in movies, it's just like corporate America. Our Don was celebrating, though, the birth of his son.

So next scene, I am Elaine from Seinfeld, and I'm walking through a set of double wooden doors, then another set, and then another, and just as I'm wondering how many vestibules this entrance has, I come to the lobby. I'm carrying a bottle of liquor that's only 1/4 full. There's a kid greeting people, and he says something about the little amount of booze I brought, but says, "that's ok, they're all pretty drunk already."

Food and Fetishwear

The dream started out with me walking on Princeton campus near the football stadium. Nick was busy, so I was trying to figure out dinner by myself, and was headed in the direction of north Nassau Street. So I made it up to Nassau Street, only this is a Nassau that only exists in my dream world. I'm pretty sure I've dreamed it before (though it could be deja vu). It's almost like Nassau, but with businesses that don't really exist. I walked past a dream-world health food deli, and decided to go into a sit-down restaurant that I had not been to. I thought to myself, I don't think I've ever eaten at a real sit-down restaurant with waiters by myself, so I should do it. I had a book in hand, so I had something to occupy me. As I perused the menu posted on the sidewalk, I ran into someone I knew (who was not in reality anyone I know). He was young (maybe one of Nick's rowers?) and looked like a young, less ugly, Peter Lorre (so probably a coxswain instead). Heading inside, and looking forward to dining alone, I was annoyed that Peter-Lorre-look-alike followed me in and sat at my table.

Terrorist and Trinkets

Last night, I dreamed I was in a house with many other women, and I had a baby. Somehow, a man threatening us with a nuclear device got all of us women to lie down on rows of mats, and prepare to meet this nuclear blast that would kill us all. I held the baby as I lay on my mat.

Of course, he was full of shit, and we lay there a while as nothing happened, until someone realized that he had just left the house and run away. So we all got up and went outside. The house was not a house I had ever lived in. It looked like the typical southern California housing developments that you always see in movies (like on Weeds). Some of the neighbors starting coming out, and one of our neighbors was my high school boyfriend John. Only he seemed a little on the slow side.