January 02, 2009
You probably won't believe me, but I had another dream about someone who recently died. He was my old choreographer/director/ballet teacher from when I was in 2nd grade until long into college. He died of cancer, although he always joked with the classes he taught that he wanted to go out doing a high "12 noon" dance kick.
In my dream, he came to me in our old ballet studio and said that he wanted to die on his terms, and we spent one last class together, dancing in front of the mirrors to classical music. The music stopped and he thanked me, and as he was walking away, I asked him if he had any advice. He said, "Live larger than life," and he went off to the next room, which was suddenly his bedroom to die.
It was a really touching way for me to come to terms with his death.
I took a road trip with Melissa (in real life) to Napa Valley. Due to job constraints and delightful LA traffic constraints, we didn't leave the city until about 8:45. We got to our hotel room at about 3:00 AM. I drove the whole way, so no sleepy breaks for me.
I was actually so tired that as I lay down, I thought to myself, "Huh, I didn't check under the bed, like I usually do, for dead bodies. Oh, well. It'll still be there in the morning if it is."
Anyway, I fell asleep almost immediately and had the following dream: I was now in Napa Valley with Melissa's friend Devon and Devon's roommate Matt. Melissa's cat Max had also come with us, but he had trotted behind the car the whole time. He's a long-haired orange tabby, so he got pretty dusty, but he's apparently really fast.
So I'm standing outside with Devon and Matt, and we're on the edge of some mesa, looking over a cliff, and I'm going, "Are you sure this is Napa Valley?" Devon dismissed me with her hand, and Matt was reading a travel book of things to do. He wanted to go to some scare house, but insisted we get there early to get good seats, because the lighting looks bad if you get crap seats.
Then we went shopping at Vons, and Max followed us again, and I wanted to let him ride in the cart, because he'd been running so much, but Devon said he was too dusty.
I guess the moral of the story is: if you're going to stay up till 3:00 AM, don't only eat Chees-its and Dr. Pepper.
January 01, 2009
I had two nightmares last night. Very short.
The first one, I was backstage in a large theater, and I was alone. I was locking up at night. I turned around and saw someone out of the corner of my eye. He was medium build and had tanned skin. He had been trying to creep around, but as soon as I saw him, he exploded from his hiding spot and rushed me. I pulled out my phone to dial 911 in an effort to fend him off, but he tackled me before I could even hit a button. I woke up gasping and my heart was pounding.
Luckily I got back so sleep for this delightful gem. I was riding on an airplane, and the woman next to me whips out her cellphone and starts texting people during the flight. (This really happened recently. Terrifying. I KNOW Mythbusters busted it; I'm not willing to wager my life on wacky smug special effects schlubs.) Anyway, the plane goes down in flames, and I witness it all in detail I wish my mind didn't come up with. The ground outside the window, the people screaming, the sound of the engines chugging against wind resistance. I survived, I guess, then had to wander around the airport to get another flight to where I was ultimately going.
October 13, 2008
I had a bunch of very short dreams that I didn't feel deserve their own post, but now I've had so many, I can hardly remember them all.
Last night, I had a short dream about watching my friend Matt (who is a Broadway musical actor) in a movie. It was a terrible movie, and at the end, the credits said it was written and produced by Something Awful goons. Figures.
I've had two dreams about my very favorite teacher who recently died. He was my theater director, so they were mainly stage manager type dreams where I did something wrong. But he was there helping me along and not yelling at me, like my dreams of that nature usually are.
I had a really weird dream a few weeks ago that I'm actually hesitant to post here, because I think it's rude to talk about religion or politics. But I'd like to record it to remember, so here we are.
I was at a party, and I knew I was going to die, but all my friends were there to help me celebrate my life. It was a really fun and upbeat event. Then I saw my friend Mike (who is also deceased and has appeared in multiple dreams) calmly told me, "It's time" and took me away. Suddenly, I'm in purgatory, and it looks a lot like Ikea. Figures.
Here's the offensive part. I see two of my friends who are devout atheists, just kind of shopping around in Ikea Purgatory, not really bothered either way. Mike's telling me I have to go on to heaven, and I'm kind of shouting towards my friends "Just say you believe in God, and you can come in with me. Come on, you see the afterlife is real and heaven is this way. Just believe, and you can go!" But they don't listen.
Sometimes my dreams are embarrassingly telling.