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TONY HEAD as UTHER in MACBETH
Last night I dreamed I saw Anthony Stewart Head, in full Utherian dress, in MacBeth. (I think he was Duncan, not MacBeth himself, but it was a little unclear.)
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Little House on the Wireless Landscape
I just dreamed I was going on vacation with Carrie Ingalls and we were making sure we each had all the appropriate numbers in our cell phones.
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Dream
What does it mean to dream that you're visiting the Buffy set, which has been turned into a coffee house/nightclub, and that while you're strolling around having a hard time matching up rooms with actual episodes of Buffy (because, dreamlike, the rooms have no actual resemblance to the actual Buffy set) the whole place turns into your house, and turns out to have some sort of secret entrance, through which people from the counseling center and your old church have been coming in, while you're asleep, to watch you and evaluate your emotiona/mental state and the effect of the place on you, and in the dream you go to bed and wake up to find someone there who is asking all kinds of questions starting with "so, are you so unhappy because you live underground?"
Also, there was something about a pandemic. And an igloo.
Last night I dreamed I was in an hotel in India with my parents, but I kept getting lost on narrow, rickety staircases. That maps to "exam anxiety" a little more clearly.
Blah blah panic blah blah no idea whether I'm going to pass by the skin of my teeth or by an acceptable margin blah blah still time but not much, shriek sob gnash of teeth.
Blah.
Also, there was something about a pandemic. And an igloo.
Last night I dreamed I was in an hotel in India with my parents, but I kept getting lost on narrow, rickety staircases. That maps to "exam anxiety" a little more clearly.
Blah blah panic blah blah no idea whether I'm going to pass by the skin of my teeth or by an acceptable margin blah blah still time but not much, shriek sob gnash of teeth.
Blah.
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Maybe that pre-bed Heineken was a BAD idea...
Last night I dreamed that I was moving into an undergrad dorm at Swarthmore, in which all the furniture was attached to the floor and walls and the first thing my roommate said was 'Um, I put your lavender lotion and candles in the dumpster because those scented things cause headaches.' Then I went to see my (real-life) advisor, but instead of talking we crawled around on the carpet looking for small silver things.
Bear in mind, anyone who doesn't know, that I did not go to Swarthmore.
In other news, I don't think I'm going to be doing any research today. I will pack my things and then try to do some other work. Gah.
Bear in mind, anyone who doesn't know, that I did not go to Swarthmore.
In other news, I don't think I'm going to be doing any research today. I will pack my things and then try to do some other work. Gah.
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Dream Crazies
Last night I dreamt I was at a beach or the theater - it wasn't quite clear whether there was surf or stage in front of the rows of seats - with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glimmergirl, sitting behind Roy Scheider and his family. ScaryFinancialGuruGuy from my first office job then appeared and came up to me, saying he was my dentist and had been called because a number of people at the beach had been alarmed by a swelling on my lip and had called 911.
Stick that to your cigar and smoke it, Sigmund Freud.
[Edited because I am incompetent with coding.]
glimmergirl, sitting behind Roy Scheider and his family. ScaryFinancialGuruGuy from my first office job then appeared and came up to me, saying he was my dentist and had been called because a number of people at the beach had been alarmed by a swelling on my lip and had called 911.Stick that to your cigar and smoke it, Sigmund Freud.
[Edited because I am incompetent with coding.]
Summary
Last night: bubonic plague, bomb shelters, bits of Thirteen Days, and the inability to find a free computer. All while I was asleep
Now: damp hair, jack o' lantern socks, cocoa
Later: therapy, shopping, homework, AIM. Possibly a visit to the cousins and aunt [and uncle] in town Should call Eprime, my mom, the Jersey relatives who sent me flowers, and BF#3
Speaking of the wee cousins, apparently they have latched on to the monologue segments from the Good Morning Vietnam soundtrack and are given to bursting out with "It's hot in here. Daaaaaymn hot!" at none-too-appropriate moments..
Now: damp hair, jack o' lantern socks, cocoa
Later: therapy, shopping, homework, AIM. Possibly a visit to the cousins and aunt [and uncle] in town Should call Eprime, my mom, the Jersey relatives who sent me flowers, and BF#3
Speaking of the wee cousins, apparently they have latched on to the monologue segments from the Good Morning Vietnam soundtrack and are given to bursting out with "It's hot in here. Daaaaaymn hot!" at none-too-appropriate moments..
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LJ Dreams
Last night's dream events: I went to a Renaissance festival held on a city street with drood and cscott. Over fifteen hours later, the events are a bit hazy, but I had a good time. The three of us then returned to Drood and CScott's house, in a car chauffered by an anonymous woman who appeared to be a friend of theirs. When we got back, Drood and Cscott went for a walk or something (not clear at the time) while Anonymous Woman took pistorius's daughter to... some evening activity. I sat on Drood's porch steps, and soon became involved in trying to thwart a young woman who wanted to steal his stereo.
Hm.
drood and cscott. Over fifteen hours later, the events are a bit hazy, but I had a good time. The three of us then returned to Drood and CScott's house, in a car chauffered by an anonymous woman who appeared to be a friend of theirs. When we got back, Drood and Cscott went for a walk or something (not clear at the time) while Anonymous Woman took pistorius's daughter to... some evening activity. I sat on Drood's porch steps, and soon became involved in trying to thwart a young woman who wanted to steal his stereo.Hm.
Babble, babble, babble
Good grief, I had a dream about Buffy last night. It started as a Kevin Costner movie about hiding Jews in a convent during WWII (though Kevin Costner never actually made an appearance, though he was seen on the video cover dressed like Lawrence of Arabia), and Buffy was a student at this seminary that looked like where my dad teaches, and she must have been a TA because someone said she has office hours at midnight, and Willow and I were trying to get to her office without anyone knowing that was where we were going or that we didn't know our way around or that we were both going there together. Our doing so had something to do with the hidden Jews in the convent.
I finished rereading In This House of Brede yesterday, so it's clear where the nuns came from, and my mind has had a serious influx of Buffy over the last three weeks or so, and I was at my dad's school earlier this week, but Kevin Costner?? Where did that come from?
It irks me that I had a Buffy dream and Giles was not present. At least Willow was there. (True to form, in the Buffyverse I have fallen for The Old Smart Guy (With British Isles Accent!) and The Secondary Girl (With Red Hair!))
I have got to go shopping for shoes for R & L's wedding today. As I am still in my pajamas and have eaten nothing but prozac and tea, I've got quite a way to go.
I finished rereading In This House of Brede yesterday, so it's clear where the nuns came from, and my mind has had a serious influx of Buffy over the last three weeks or so, and I was at my dad's school earlier this week, but Kevin Costner?? Where did that come from?
It irks me that I had a Buffy dream and Giles was not present. At least Willow was there. (True to form, in the Buffyverse I have fallen for The Old Smart Guy (With British Isles Accent!) and The Secondary Girl (With Red Hair!))
I have got to go shopping for shoes for R & L's wedding today. As I am still in my pajamas and have eaten nothing but prozac and tea, I've got quite a way to go.