More on tennis and dreams (but not both together)
Before I forget, which I won't, but anyway...I'd rather start with this anyway: I had such a good dream last night. It was nice and naive and 'defied gravity' (but not in a flying way). Usually
Well, here's where I take my well-deserved writing break of 52 minutes of yoga. So much for being productive! With some Ohm and some oatmeal, I'll be back energized...
Well I guess I got caught up in some Ellen re-runs, but now I'm back to work!
So, back to my dreams. Usually my dreams are very much real. It's not even hard to explain, but very hard to understand. The boundaries of my 'dream world' are only until I can remember so much detail. Often my dreams begin immedeately when close my eyes, and the dream starts with me trying to go to sleep, my falling asleep, me having a nightmare, and then me waking up to face whatever goes on that day. Though to events on different days in this little world have never linked together consecutively, I just know it's the same place because the places are the same and serve the same purposes for the same people.
These places actually exist in real life, but how they exist in dreams in how
I see and think them, not how they actually may be. Like I said, I can't go somewhere in my dream world that I don't know 'enough' about, but I don't acctually have to have been to a certain spot in a certain space to 'know' about it. I can explore it when I'm conscious...like now.
For example, I have this ex-boyfriend who lived in this ginormous house on the water, fully-equipped with Bentley, human chess set, Infinity pool and HOT older brother. So, I used to have my little fantasies of having this fabulous life living with him and/or his older brother frequently, so I have explored how I imagine the parts of the house that I haven't really even been in.
That was kind of an obsessive little tidbit but the key was "EX" and also it was crucial to my freak azz dreamzzz.
So, last night was wonderful. Basically I was in some red-and-blue velvet starry movie theatre with my class, mainly hanging out with my friend Ceci, and somehow I encountered Nat Wolff of the Naked Brothers Band and we went of in a secret little studio which was very much like the little relaxing room with the trampoline and snacks they have on the show. Now that I'm thinking of it, this theatre has shown up in many other dreams before in the same way and I also have conciously explored having Nat Wolff being more my age and more my boyfriend...so I guess this dream wasn't any different. It hasn't defyed my 'dream gravity'.
Ho-hum pig's bum.
I'm not in the mood for talking about tennis anymore.
Yes, I think Nat Wolff, though 2 1/2 years younger is sodamnhot! Ha! He has that little doe look and plus, that show is wonderfully hilarious. Really, if you haven't, give it a chance. And for all you indie-film snobs out there: pre-Nickelodeon fame the NBB movie won the Golden Starfish Documentary Feature Film Award at the Hamptons Indie Film Fest. So it's acctually has substance! And cute little kiddies! Great for pre-teen girlies, indie-snobs AND phedophiles! FABBBBBBBBBITYYYY DOUBLE COOL WITH KNOBS!!!!!!!!! ja ha.
Well toooodles,
oh, and if you ever wondered what happened to Steve....you, know THE Steve. Just click...welll...I don't know where you should click. I thried to make an href link but I'm still figuring out this whole LJ buisness. Well, here's the URL anyway: http://frontier.cincinnati.com/blogs/pop
culture/2005/07/whose-clues.asp. Doooo itttttttt.
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