Dreaming

So I have been having an awful lot of strange dreams lately, no surprise there. What’s interesting is they are so vivid, I can actually remember what they were about when I wake up. Saturday night I had a dream that I was making breakfast. I’d made cream cheese and raspberry jam sandwiches on brioche then I cut off the crusts, cut them into strips and coated them in an egg wash and fried them up French toast style. Not sure if this would be good or not, but it sounds interesting enough to try to make. Then again, a lot of food items sound good to me right now that are questionable.
The dream I had last night was even more bizarre. I dreamt I was in a production of Jesus Christ Superstar, also starring the cast of Mad Men. Peggy was Mary, Pete Campbell was Judas, Roger was Pontius Pilate and Don was Jesus (of course). I think I was just chorus. Joan was the stage manager. She had a clipboard and everything. I frequently have these dreams where it is opening night of a play and I haven’t really been paying attention to the rehearsal process. But this one wasn’t a stress dream as usual, since I have actually been in that show twice. Sure it was 20 years ago, but if you’re like me, those damn songs NEVER get out of your head. The really interesting part of the dream happened at intermission. Apparently the theater we were performing in was in Japan, because as I shuffled outside with the audience the haunting lilt of flute music reached my ears. I went out to the balcony and there were 50 Japanese aerialists in grey and red jumpsuits about to perform a “Kabuki” rendition of Hamlet. There were no words, just dancing in patterns (think Beijing opening ceremonies 2008) to the music. Then, a tiny girl in a red jumpsuit jumped off the 7 story balcony right next to me. We all gasped as she plummeted toward the concrete courtyard. When she was just a spec of her former size, her compatriot caught her and the show ended. It was so beautiful I started crying.
Seriously. Strange stuff.

Strange but true.

I think my belly button is shrinking.

As are all my pants.

Putting it together

As Ry loves to remind me, Facebook can often be a vacuous narcissistic waste of time. But I do enjoy the reconnections it has afforded me.  Last night I got together with an eclectic group of friend from high school to go to the Magic Castle.  I used to go there as a kid with my folks.  It almost lived up to the nostalgia hype in my mind.  It was neat to get to see some old pals though.  Jana, a middle school science teacher. Caitlin, a previous buyer for Borders, recently transplanted back to LA and trying to decide what she wants to be when she grows up. Carolyn and her fiance David, both lawyers that met on match.com. Forrest and his girlfriend Michelle, world class ballroom dancers. And little old me. Rather a casting mash up of Gilligan's Island proportions.  The "magic" shows ended up being more about juggling. Sadly nothing as good as this. It was this guy and his wife.  But we did see some amazing card tricks.  

I will say the most frustrating thing about the evening was the drive.  I drove 96 miles in an hour and a half, then it took me another 30 minutes to drive 10 miles. Ahh, L.A. I don't care what Randy Newman says. Not worth it. How could you live there?  I just don't get it.  Still and all, trying to get out of the house now. While I can.  

Ryan appreciated it too I think. He went to see High on Fire unmolested by me.

Fine. Are you happy now?

Tired of getting my weekly ration for not updating the blog.  What do you want me to say?    I have no time for blogging what with this dog walking regime I am a slave to now.  

Actually got a respite from that today because my mom and I had tickets to see Wicked at the civic center.  Pretty good stuff. If you go for that kind of thing.  Which I do.  It's not easy being green.  I'll try to make it back before October.  Stay classy San Diego.