The secret life of executive assistants and the French

Dreamed I was watching a movie starring Sarah Michelle Gellar as an executive assistant who finds herself in this sordid corporate underworld where ultimate power lies in the hands of executive assistants, who sleep with people strategically to gain corporate secrets, etc.

Then Redneckhunter and I were on our way to the house of someone I do part-time web work for. She was having us over to watch a movie, and I said to Redneckhunter, I guarantee you if it's a French movie, we'll see some male genitalia and someone in the movie will be sleeping with their sister or brother.

I am such a nerd

I had a dream that included some sensual lovemaking.  Only while we were in bed, we were sending each other messages on our phones via Facebook.  What the hell.

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.

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.

Nick Cave, Neil Young, and Skinheads

Only vague recollections of recent dreams but here goes:

1 - I was waiting on the balcony above a large atrium of a monumental building - akin to the modern wing of the National Gallery. A bunch of others were waiting with me - they looked like paparazzi, and all of us were attempting to be nonchalant and ignored each other. One of the other people up there was Nick Cave. Then our target arrived in the atrium below. He was a large muscular but puffy skinhead. He was pontificating below, and at some point there was also a sexual display with two guys going down on him.

2 - One morning, I awoke from my dream saying "But I don't like Neil Young."

High School frustration

Dreamed I was back in high school and I was dating a guy who I had a crush on sophomore year. He was a tall skater dude with tawny-reddish hair. In the dream, we kissed a lot, but we hadn't had sex. We did a bit of sneaking around the parents and such. Another problem on the sex front was I found out he had had some accident in which he needed to constantly wear this harness device on his groin/hips.

Road Tripping and Garage Door Smashing

I am at my childhood home, but I am my current age.  I am with a bunch of other adults, including the cute lady about my age who lives in my current building.  There are about 12 of us, and we are dividing up between cars.  I am in the driver's seat of one of of the cars, and my neighbor is sitting in the passenger front seat.  A bunch of other people are crowded in the back, and we're parked in the court out front of my house, waiting for the other car to get packed up.  The car is a station wagon or something similar, not a car I currently own.

Next, for some reason, I drive around block while we're waiting.  I'm not driving that fast, but for some reason the car is careening around as I take turns and weave between the cars parked on the sides of the road.  As the car turns, bodies are tumbling to left and right, pressing into the people seated besides them.  This causes me some amount of dream shame for some reason.

Dreaming about boobs and boxers

In this dream, I start out entering the apartment of an old friend of mine.  Also there is his dreamworld ex-girlfriend (a hot dream woman who he has never, to my knowledge, actually dated).