Date of dream: Monday, July 13, 2009
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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Lucid Intent?
No
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I moved into my boyfriend's enormous, enormous, ENORMOUS apartment in Dallas. In the dream, my boyfriend was a swarthy Mexican. And apparently very rich. I didn't know him very well though I think! His stepson lived in the apartment, and was very unhappy and sad. I tried not to overstep my boundaries in talking to him about the evil things my boyfriend had done to him. We were hanging out in the central gallery of the apartment, leaning on some weird giant coat-hanging system. He was short.
Very soon after, it came out in the New York Observer, in some catty, thinly-sourced story on the front page, and also in other papers, that I was being divorced because I'd been sleeping with my own stepson. I got really, really mad. I hadn't been! I was just trying to help him. There was a press conference about it on TV. "FUCK JARED HALL," I screamed; in my dream, that was the name of the editor of the Observer. "AND FUCK JARED KUSHNER TOO."
Additional Comments:
Hoo boy.
Date of dream: Monday, June 22, 2009
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No
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I dreamed that I was taking care of Tom Scocca's baby, and I kept making fun of it and/or Tom to impress the hot doctor who was taking care of it. (Uh, HIM. The baby is a him.) I was like, "Oh that baby doesn't have a rash, it just has those marks from the bad bandages they use in CHINA." Then I showed the doctor how to use some "apps" on his "computer" that returned more information that "web searches." He was trying to look up stuff about gay soldiers in the military. I was like, "I'm in!"
It turned out I was a publicist, so I had to escort this herd of animals into a movie screening to judge the movie. Only a few animals wanted to go all the way in and I was like "I guess the pig will pick the prize!" Shane was there. He was buying a vacation house in Maine. "How much," I asked. "One million?" He pointed his finger up. "One point one five million?" I said. (AHAHHA.) Then I gave him a long talking-to about how I thought I should buy a first home first, not a beach house! It's silly to own your SECOND HOME and merely rent your first! Anyway this animal thing was a disaster and I kept telling all the other publicists, "let's start our own firm."
Later the White House send me a transcript of Jon Hamm's speech, typewritten and extremely long, with an inordinately fulsome note atop. (It came in one of those horrible envelopes that spew like dead cardboard, too.) This note was like, grovel-ey and absurd, like, "Oh it would give us the utmost pleasure if you..." Also they had enclosed the blue jeans I had left behind! "Oh, it's my pants," I said. "I left them behind. I never thought I would see them again, and yet here they are."
Additional Comments:
I..... don't.... know!
Date of dream: Sunday, April 26, 2009
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Lucid Intent?
No
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My boyfriend and I worked at an arts center that was the parent company of something called Dixon Place. This new couple had just been hired, and we were not sure if they were the gay or not! At lunch we were sitting not far from them and suddenly we looked over and they were sitting alongside each other, not across, and one had his hand over the other guy's shoulder. But they were cute! And had very nice dress shirts with stripes and little sharp pointy collars. I was realizing that I was going to turn 45 and I was upset about it but everyone around me was older and I thought I shouldn't say anything.
On the other side of us at that meal, in the company cafeteria, was.... hmm, this man-woman. At various times he was a man and then a woman! Man-woman told us about how Chris Rovzar (wtf) had left the company to go on the road and make his fortune and couch-surf. I thought this was a cover story of Chris' and that he was up in Boston screwing around. So did man-woman, because s/he had caught him staying somewhere he said he wasn't--some minor infraction--and Chris had to fly down from Boston. He looked horrible and exhausted. And man-woman was haranguing him, because he was going to fly right back after their discussion to clear things up. Chris said he had to take the "little red-eye" not the "big red-eye."
We tried to take man-woman's side. "Why aren't you staying overnight, Chris?" And he said "Oh the trip is free home on the little government plane." And we were like, "Sorry man-woman--you ALWAYS take the free flight." Man-woman harumphed.
Then we were going down the runway fast in the snowy night and there were spotlights shining on the wings of the plane, so we could all clearly see: ICE ON THE WINGS, OH NO.
Additional Comments:
I believe this is my second dream about Chris Rovzar here? I don't really know him and that's weird!
Also: 1. boyfriend 2. airplanes. 3. OMG I'm so bored with myself.
OH and: this is the first dream I've remembered in like a month. And it happened right before I woke up. And so I now suspect that I am getting sleep apnea like my mother. Great.
