Two Clouds Above Nine

Unfortunately I don’t remember much of this dream, as I woke up just after it began.

Mainly I remember walking towards The Opera House with Steve. We were planning to see a show, but for some reason neither of us knew what it was. It was billed as a surprised improvisation or some such.

So we get there, find our seats get a couple of snacks… and then the opening notes to “The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway” come on. I’m very excited since I always had wished I could see it performed live!

I notice that for some reason the orchestra is hidden at first.. but as the actor comes on stage to sing Raels parts, the orchestra is unveiled. It is being led by Peter Gabriel himself!!! Unfortunately I only caught the first two songs…

I know, I haven’t been too good about keeping this up. I have dreams, (obviously) more often then once every six months, but what seems to be happening lately is that they happen say Friday or Saturday night, and then by the time I get back to my computer to write them down on Monday I’ve forgotten most of the fine details. I’ve been trying to figure out a good way to make blog posts via my cellphone, so that I always have access, but so far nothing that looks as secure as I would like.

Anyway, so Friday night I had a dream. I guess you could say it was a bit of a retro dream, as it was occurring with a younger version of myself. Essentially, a college aged Ishtar, who as you may or may not have heard by now was not always the nicest person ever. I think there were four basic reasons behind these dreams:

1. I just reconnected with quite a few old friends from that time period
2. Smokie’s “Living next Door to Alice” was stuck in my head – as the dream plot seems to sort of follow the plot of that song to a degree (this is not the first time that song has gotten stuck in my head BTW, it also features in 3/15/09’s “Song of the Day“)
3. We had a TBA Movie night planned the following day, in which we were showing the extended version of “That Thing You Do!”, many elements of which also appeared in the dream
4. I had Chili’s Garlic Shrimp Again, which as we know from the previous Dream Journal entry “Weirdest Dreams… EVER!” on 4/14/08, is never really the best plan

This dream featured myself (obviously) Cybele Dupuis, and two other people named Mandi and Tom.

All four of us worked at an Amusement park, most likely Amalgam City amusement park; though if it was it was smaller than scale than usual, or the dream really only emphasised one very small section of the park. Mandi was in charge of that “Horse Race” game at the Midway; Cybele was a lifeguard at the swimming pool/water park; Tom was in charge of that “Ring the Bell” game at the Midway; and I was in charge of the batting cages (which was one stall over from Tom).

The premise is that it is was Cybele and my(that grammar seems so wrong) first day on the job. Tom and Mandi had already worked there for a while and were dating. Mandi and Tom were leaving at the end of summer to move across the country; Mandi was going to school out there and Tom I guess was supposed to keep her company.

Most of the time, during breaks or after work, I hung with Cybele. Sometimes Mandi, whom Cybele had become friends with. Actually Mandi was very nice, and in a way I guess you could say I sort of befriended her as well. However during the work hours, partially because he was the only other person to talk to (besides customers) and mostly because he was a very handsome blond-haired blue-eyed guy, I hung out/talked with Tom. It was all that sort of innocent but yet not kind of banter (much like the aforementioned film – scenes involving Guy & Faye) where you know you joke and laugh and there’s obviously chemistry but because of the pre-existing relationships it also has to skirt no further beyond that platonic level.

So this is sort of the bit where the song comes in: the main difference is that in the dream version the two people are already dating rather than the male part secretly being in love with the main female (Alice/Mandi). All the other bits like the main female moving away and the secondary female having a crush on the male and then getting her chance in the end all follow suit.

It got to be around the end of summer/the dream. it was Tom and Mandi’s last day working at the park before they were to move. Only Tom and Mandi had had a fight over something. She wouldn’t even tell Cybele what.. or at least not with me standing right there. I gave her a hug and everything, since I wouldn’t be seeing her again.. but it seemed sort of distant and cold. I put it out of my mind convincing myself it was either because we were not close friends, or maybe that it was just painful to her that she wouldn’t be seeing us again.

Cybele and I walked back across the park… chatting about stuff; mostly the thing with Mandi and Tom moving; and she kind of hints that she’s on to me. That you know I’d miss Tom more than I’d miss Mandi. I agree, but profess that although it was extremely hard for me to do so I did the best that I could not to interfere. Cybele joked that considering that I didn’t normally have qualms about stealing other people’s boyfriends, that yeah I had behaved myself pretty well.

Cybele and I sat down on a bench. I was wishing I had at least gotten a chance to say goodbye to Tom as well, when I saw him running by. I thought to myself “oh he’s probably trying to catch up with Mandi”, until he stopped dead turned around and then sat on my lap to give Cybele her “goodbye” hug. Meanwhile I was dying because hey, guy that I have a huge crush on sitting in my lap, woohoo! Or at least I was thinking that, until it got better and he turned to me and kissed me. And not like a sweet little goodbye kiss either, like a full-on Hollywood movie-scene kiss. The sort of kiss I suspect no real people on earth have ever had (or at least I haven’t) where everything is just perfect and magical. And then I woke up! Though I did come out of the dream with some sort of basic understanding that the fight had been about me, and that Tom didn’t end up leaving after all.

So after the fact, as I am writing the dream down for the journal in fact. I think the male may in fact be (in my minds eye) a more grown up version of my middle school crush, Tommy Hurford. For those that haven’t already heard this story; Tommy Hurford Was in only one of my classes (being a year above me in school) which was activity period. Activity period usually occurred last period on Fridays, and I think was just supposed to be a wind down before the weekend. You could choose from a number of different clubs/activities; and the one we were in happened to be Dungeons & Dragons. I pretty much crushed on him the entire year… and of course since I had to sit directly across from him at a small table throwing dice in his general direction, it gave me an excuse to sort of oogle him.  It didn’t help that later in the school year he played the part of Frederic in the school musical “The Pirates of Penzance” (and had I known I totally would have tried out, I do a pretty mean Mabel if I do say so myself. Maybe Denise {my college roommate} may recall me belting out “Poor wand’ring one” now and again?). I’m not going to bother with a long synopsis of the musical/operetta, if you’ve never seen it; but to put it in a more modernist perspective: Frederic = swooniest pirate character ever (more-so than Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow) though it’s possible considering my first exposure to such, that my opinion may be biased.

It was the last day of class, which also happened to be a Friday, so we had activity period. It was kind of a cool day, as a special treat the DM bent the rules a bit and allowed us to have Gryphons for our campaign. Everyone was giddy for summer break. Tommy and I were having spectacularly good banter.. and then the period was over. We all said goodbye, and proceeded to clean out our lockers etc. Friends came by and gave hugs or whatever, or at least the ones you weren’t going to see later that day or that summer. Tommy came by and.. snatched my keys! Yes I know, how very middle school; showing a girl you’re interested by nicking her stuff!  In a very bold move (for a seventh grader) he claimed he had put them down the front of his pants and that I was not to get them back unless I came and got them myself.

In my lifetime I have been both increments of brash& bold (like when I introduced myself to ex-BF Brian McGaunn by jumping into his lap in a club and/or similarly my ex-BF Mark Townshend in an even more direct manner, but I’m trying to keep it PG: so never-mind that) and excruciatingly shy (lusting after my ex-bf Gates for what seemed like an indeterminable time period before someone else finally convinced him he should ask me out). This occasion was the latter (though when replaying it over in my mind for the last 24 years I often wondered how it would have been the other way around). I turned a rather bright shade of scarlet and could hardly make words of one syllable for a good 20 minutes before Tommy finally, out of pity, returned my keys.

I spent a lot of that summer with my friend who conveniently lived two blocks from Tommy’s house . We’d ride bikes around the neighborhood and I’d always hope to catch a glimpse of him or better yet that he’d be outside and we’d “bump into” him and have a conversation. It never happened, but I didn’t fret about it too much, after all there was always next year at school.

Except there wasn’t. My parents moved from Reading to North Andover. They wanted me to start the school year at the new school, rather than start at one school and finish at another. So even though we hadn’t moved yet, my parents drove me to North Andover and I never saw Tommy again.

I know a lot of information there considering I’m not even sure the two Toms are supposed to be the same, but thinking back on the context of everything that happened the more and more likely it seems that unconsciously the real history was in fact giving the story a much better ending in my dream life. That’s sort of the thing that stinks about the “one that got away”. In your head it always plays out so much more romantically than it probably ever would have been in real life. You spend most of your life with the what if, despite knowing that time and/or personal difference or whatever would have indubitably made that relationship no more or less romantic than any other one that did get its moment in the sun.

I can honestly say I don’t have a very good recollection of last nights dreams. Mainly because after the second one, I couldn’t fall back asleep. Let’s start with that one first:

I vaguely recall that I was letting Meaghan get the mail out of the mailbox. Obviously we must have lived in a different house than this one as right now our mailbox is a door-slot and it doesn’t require “going out” to retrieve the mail. I remember her opening the mailbox door and pulling out the mail. On top were two bright, almost fluorescent yellow disconnect notices from National Grid. It’s probably a good thing I had that dream.. as it reminded me that I forgot to pay them this month, they’re one of the only payees I don’t have on automatic withdrawal.. so I ALWAYS forget about them. On the downside it sent me into such a panic regarding finances I ended up getting out of bed and sorting mail…

Of course I question my own inner psyche, when in fact that was the dream that was the one that kept me up and not the following first dream.

That dream featured Sylar… yes Sylar and not Zachary Quinto.. though of course it was ZQ. The difference obviously is in the personality, as ZQ IRL is kind of always joking around and obviously Sylar always with the agenda and the killing…

The dream contains a very minuscule spoiler from this week’s episode of “Heroes” BTW.. but you can probably read it without totally killing the show for yourself.

I have to admit.. it was a bit sexual. In it Sylar’s giving me “the look” you know that one, the with the shy Mona Lisa smile and the piercing eyes and the furrowed brow.. the one he gives you just before he’s about to kill you (which for some godforsaken reason I find really sexy). He’s got me pinned up against the wall, only instead of using telekinesis, he’s actually holding me there with his hands (BTW IRL.. I would totally hate this… not a big fan of the being pinned down.. but then again maybe since it’s ZQ I would make the exception). He uses his powers to rip my clothes off, and I think he’s going to have his way with me… until I feel a rather sharp pain below my sternum; and realize that he’s slicing me open. I then watch, horrified as he rips out all my organs and stuffs me with sand (taxidermy), and then sews me back together with big ugly black stitches. The weirdest part of all is that I’m actually alive through all this, which is probably a good thing since I’m not really excited to test out that old wives tale about how you die IRL if you die in your dream.

So yeah I dunno what that says about me that that dream was both a) partially a turn-on and b) being disemboweled is far less likely to keep me awake at night than not paying my electric bill?!

No not literally in Hell like with Satan and the what not.. but “Hell” night, which is an event Cusraque used to run when ManRay was open.

“Hell” was usually thematic (I still have all the fliers somewhere) things like “2 Hell with Love” (which was a Valentine’s one), “Sexus in Hell” (which was a BDSM one),.. well you get the idea. “Hell” almost always consisted of a cheese and fruit table, outside vendors of Gothy wares (wears) and accessories, and live performances by ManRay “dancers’ interspersed between the music.

Anyways.. so my dream is initially a High School reunion. I blame Facebook personally because I’ve been running into so many long lost friends it would be nice to just get together in a room with them and hang out like old times.

I’m with Adrian and Terri, I’ve brought along Steve and Meaghan, and Terri is with Bob and Adrian with Krysti, and who should be at the front table selling tickets but Cusraque. He didn’t go to my High School, BTW… But there he is at one of those typical legs-fold-out-from-underneath tables that you always saw in the school lunch room, with a table cloth over it and a big ‘ole lockbox selling and tearing tickets for some godforsaken reason.

Meanwhile through most of the dream, the reunion went on much as you’d expect. LOT of people I couldn’t give a shit about came up pretending like we were once the very best of friends.. still others just gave that stale “I’m attempting to be courteous” smile and moved on. The music was mostly late 80’s early 90’s (like they would have been playing at the school dances at the time)… until finally Cusraque directed us to the stage, where a “Hell”-type performance was about to take place:

On the stage several of the ex-ManRay ladies, including Kat and Dorian (who was always one of my personal favorites) did this kind of odd rendition of “Barbie Girl” by Aqua, in which their makeup was done similar to Jude Law in “AI” to make them look like they were made of plastic. They moved their limbs as if jointed like actual fashion dolls and were controlled by large black puppet strings. On the obvious parts of the song.. they would often set themselves up in “suggestive” positions…

And that’s all I really remember… Yes I’ve noticed too that I either a) keep forgetting endings b)get woken up or c) my dreams just actually don’t come to reasonable conclusions lately. Your guess is as good as mine why that is.

A bit of a preface here, just bear with me for a moment. I had a dream that featured Paolo last night. I often have dreams that take place in amusement parks or Ren Faires (I have no idea why)… and usually I’m aware that he’s one of the acts (even if I don’t physically go see the act within the dreamscape). I know how this sounds, kind of creepy, but if it’s any consolation other acts I really enjoy (Rafferty the Piper, The Lost Boys, and Aerial Angels) usually show up as well, so I usually pass it off as my dream kind of trying to authenticize the landscape.

Anyway I haven’t had any dreams that have had Paolo in them for a while. I can’t remember when but probably last August or September. I had one of my more message driven dreams that kind of told me to let it go (stop talking to him). Since I never posted that dream, the short version is (similar to this one) it took place at a Ren Faire. At the end of the show he was shaking hands with people and the what not. I remember looking straight into his eyes (which isn’t something I normally do with a lot of people) and we hugged really tight, sort of nodded to one another, and that’s about it.

I know it doesn’t sound like much but when I woke I had this very strong feeling which told me to stop contacting him. At the time (as Terri can attest) I was being strongly ripped in half by the two worlds. The one in which I am a responsible parent and the one which is wild, free and artistic. I couldn’t seem to find the happy medium (I’m still kind of working on it) between the two, and it was literally driving me down a path of depression. Though Paolo was originally intended to help with this, eventually he became kind of a symbol of a life I could never have… so after some time instead of being helpful, speaking to him would send me into fits of panic regarding my own mortality and having unfulfilled life goals. To add to the confusion, the very busy schedule he keeps in which we would talk weeks at a time about lots of interesting things, and then randomly he would disappear mid conversation, to Europe for three months. So in the long run I kind of distanced myself from him. We still talk briefly on occasions, usually to say Happy Birthday or Merry Christmas or that sort of thing.. and of course I had to tell him about the following dream, because I thought he’d be amused (he was), but that’s about the extent of that.

As I said previously, it takes place at a Ren Faire. It was early in the day (opening) and Paolo was doing one of his smaller gatherings near the front where he tries to drum up interest for the later show. He had a small crowd of about five, and though I was interested to watch the act I was so embarrassed by my behaviour (mentioned above) I just kind of hung my head down low, planning to walk by.

In hindsight I am curious now what his main act was going to consist of, considering the scope of his “warm up”…

As I was walking out of the general area where I could still him but he couldn’t see me, he suddenly broke out into verses of ”Eh Cumpari”  by Julius LaRosa. In case you don’t know the song; it’s basically a novelty and/or children’s song in which each verse is about an instrument and it’s corresponding sound effect. The verses build (similar to “There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly”) where each previous final line is sung after the current ending line. As Paolo was singing he was also in fact juggling the items within the song. So he started with a flute, then a saxophone, a mandolin, a violin, a trumpet, and finally a trombone. Pretty impressive, esp. since despite my utter lack of juggling knowledge I assume any one of those items would be hard to juggle!

There was some other silliness after the fact which I don’t even understand myself. For whatever reason Paolo had a container of silver Kaleidoscopes he was giving to the first few patrons. One of the other acts (some guy on a unicycle?!) came buy and swiped the container for some unexplained reason…

Had the weirdest… well I guess you could say nightmare, though it was more sad than scary. I actually woke up with a tear running down my face…. pretty lame

Anyways it all centers around this production of “Annie” of all things. In it I decide to try my hand at acting. This is a really huge deal for me considering that I’ve been petrified of singing since second grade (my uncle made fun of me after he caught me singing Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5″ in the shower). On top of that I’ve never really been a great actor. I tired my hand at it in college… but I never made the big shows and usually ended up teching. The techs would put on their own show once a semester, which is pretty much the only way I got parts.

Anyway so I came across this Playbill looking for a new-twist on “Annie”. They wanted her to be older (check) a little funky (check) and have red hair that was not natural (in other words they wanted it to look dyed red) (um check).

I ended up when I auditioned not really brushing my hair and putting the tangled mess into two buns on the top of my head, which gave it this kind of really odd look. I got lots of compliments on my visual interpretation, but still didn’t expect to get the part. However the day they put up the list sure enough I was on it cast as Annie. I couldn’t believe I had landed the lead role!

We go all through rehearsals and dress with me doing the main part.. however on the day of the first performance I show up to my dressing room only to be told by the director that I am now the understudy, and that the only time I will get to appear in the play is one scene which calls for me to kick Miss Hannigan in the shin. I try to ask why the change, and all I get is that the reason is that I “can’t sing worth a damn”.

So from the curtain, not even dressed yet I watch the play. They have replaced me with this African American girl who sings and awful lot like Joan Jett. I have to admit she was pretty good. And I guess it didn’t matter about her color seeing as they were looking for a new twist on the character anyways… but I was just so pissed!

I stormed down to the directors office during an intermission and threw my costume at him. Started to bitch and moan about how he not only led me on and lied to me but pretty much shattered my dreams since it took a lot for me just to overcome my fear of singing… and he didn’t even react or apologize or anything. In fact he called me a racist and said the only reason I was even making a big deal over it was because the girl was “black”. Of course that couldn’t have been further from the truth, and one of my pet peeves is being blamed for stuff I didn’t really do/mean, so that just made me even more angry. In the dream I was so distraught I just broke down on the floor crying and wailing like Meaghan having one of her temper tantrums. And that’s how I woke up with the one tear in my eye..

Had a bit of an odd dream last night. Once again it featured real life actors, in this particular case James McAvoy and Jim Sturgess.

In the dream it is implied that it is a film. And that the film is in fact a sequel to a previous film. What happened in the other film I have no idea, though it implied that we are given some background on the characters. Jim Sturgess’ character works for something like the FBI, CIA, MI6 or similar bureau. James McAvoy’s character is a reportedly “reformed” computer hacker.

The whole thing takes place in or around Harvard University in Cambridge. At first I thought this was a completely random choice by my brain until I remembered that Jim Sturgess was in the film “21″ which took place in neighboring MIT.

Jim Sturgess is assigned to a case in which someone has stolen 10,000 from the government. I know that doesn’t sound like a whole lot to get worried about… I mean it’s a lot for say you and me but government wise it’s like losing a dollar bill, probably not anything they’d put the CIA on to. The money was filtered out slowly using a really advanced computer algorithm. They can’t trace who wrote the algorithm but they make an educated guess that it could be James McAvoy who also happens to be a close friend of Jim Sturgess’ character. So they basically send him out to spy on his friend.

Various scenarios ensue in which it becomes more apparent that James McAvoy did take the money after all. Hints are dropped left and right, including an incredibly blatant flash of his checkbook which shows a recent deposit of 10,0000 (because you know how when you’re a criminal mastermind you write all your illicit activity in your fucking checkbook!). There’s a couple of cool chase scenes… that sort of thing.

In the end it turns out to be this elaborate test orchestrated between the bureau and James McAvoy’s character to see how far he would really go to do his job, including spy on and possibly arrest his good friend.

Other than that I keep having this recurring dream that I get fired from my job at Demoulas. Mind you I haven’t worked there since like winter 1991/1992 or so. But it basically goes down like I’m home for school break or some such and go in to get my schedule only to find I had already been on the schedule for a week (despite telling my boss I wasn’t going to be available). So since I missed all those shifts I lost my job. In reality this could possibly happen. I had a boss when I worked for Demoulas who didn’t in fact believe that a weekly schedule was any sort of written contact of what your hours for the week actually were. He considered the time off request book more of a guideline and constantly argued that just because you ask for it off doesn’t mean you actually get it off. I can understand why in some cases that stance would be necessary, as before a holiday probably everyone and their brother asks for time off, but I’m talking like if I needed say Thurs evening off for a ski meet and no one else needed it off, he would still consider not giving it to you off just to fuck with you. He would also randomly change shifts in the middle of a work week and then not tell you about it, so you pretty much had to check your schedule every day to make sure it hadn’t changed and if you were going to be off for a few days it was usually wise to call once a day to have someone make sure the schedule hadn’t changed while you were gone. You could never argue that the reason you missed a shift was because he changed the schedule and didn’t bother to tell you, because he would argue it was your schedule and your responsibility to keep track or it and that somewhere on the schedule it is marked that it can be subject to change.

And lastly a third dream I had in which I hung out with some peeps I haven’t seen since like Superbowl. Mike, Michelle, Dawn, Tommy, Jeff and Joe W. (though I’ve last seen him like around May or so). It was a lame dream in which we were detailing Mike’s car, which was apparently a brand new Toyota Pickup. It was going to be a weekly gig, since he wanted to keep his new car looking new and to get everyone together more often. I only particularly remember being under the hood changing out windshield washer fluid or something of that nature…

Yeah I am not sure what is going on in my head… but I seriously had the most messed up dream last night. I blame it partially on the fact that someone was talking about Hentai in the chat window of EQ2 last night.. or at least I hope that’s the explanation.

For whatever inexplicable reason, this dream starred Winona Ryder of all people. In the dream there’s basically this sex monster. And the weird thing is apparently you don’t care he’s a monster as he pretty much secretes pheromones (like if you touch him you pretty much get like an instant orgasm or something). He’s this seriously hideous mass of like blistered skin and stuff.. but chicks are like lining up around the block to get with him.

So Winona is one of these chicks. She meets up with him at this broken down old apartment or hotel room and they pretty much get right to doing sexual things. I don’t know if she enjoyed it or the monster had her under some sort of spell but like part way into thing he starts shoving this tube down her throat. Apparently it expands once it’s inside of her so she can essentially deep throat.. which is a good thing because he goes to like slip her the tongue only instead of a tongue he essentially has this long second penis. So he’s like screwing her in the throat and like screwing her in the usual areas and then like he’s got this tail and he’s screwing her in the ass with that. Yeah mental note don’t be thinking about Hentai before you go to bed because that was just seriously messed up. Fortunately I woke up at that moment. On the plus side if I ever do the special effects thing, I have some pretty screwy ideas now!

Had a kind of weird dream last night. I must have been VERY tired because normally even when my dreams are surreal, the details at least make some sort of logical sense (i.e. if someone couldn’t swim IRL they wouldn’t show up doing the backstroke in my dream) but this one was just entirely wonky.

For whatever reason Meaghan was at school, and she was supposed to walk home when school was over. As far as I could tell the dream was taking place in the current time frame, so she should still be three not older, so the first question obviously is what kind of idiot parent am I that I make my three year old walk home from school on her own?! This dream was early this morning as the alarm was going off so I think kind of half in and half out of dreamstate I incorporated stuff into the dream I was having. Firstly as in RL in the dream I was also apparently asleep, taking a nap, waiting for Meaghan to get home. Also as in RL the alarm was going off. On the radio came an announcement that one of the cast members from the movie “Twilight” was doing a signing at the Peabody (Northshore) shopping mall and that there were literally 500 screaming teenagers waiting to get inside. In my dream I woke up bewildered because the mall is right on Meaghan’s route to walk home and now what if she gets lost in this crazy mob? This is where none of the dream logically makes any sense. Firstly Meaghan’s school is nowhere near Peabody mall, at best it is close to Rockingham Mall (the one she just had her last day yesterday) or Bulrington Mall (the one she starts on Monday). And neither one is within walking distance to my house in Medford (and yes in the dream it is definitely the same house). Anyways the dream continues on with me in a panic trying to figure out how I’m going to get her since she doesn’t have a cell phone and I can’t call her but the roads are blocked off from cars preventing me from being able to go get there.. that sort of thing. I dunno all and all it was just weird.

*So, apparently my theory on my alarm clock altering the landscape of my dream was not entirely incorrect: Here is a news report from today regarding a mob at “Twilight” singing: http://www.ibabuzz.com/aparentlyspeaking/2008/11/10/mob-scene-cancels-twilight-signing-in-sf/ Which means I was at least awake enough to hear the repost on the radio but asleep enough to be able to dream at the same time. Funny stuff!

Hmm.. been a while since I posted some dreams. I mean I’ve been having them but by the time I roll out of bed and sit down to write them I’ve been forgetting what happened in them. I kind of remember two for a change and they’re both a bit odd, but not outrageously so…

The first one, for some reason, was centered around Terri’s mom. I mean don’t get me wrong I like Terri’s mom and all.. but why the heck I’m having a dream with her is beyond me. The overall theme of the dream centered around these salt and pepper shakers. To describe them they were several small salt and pepper shakers that screwed together and could form larger salt and pepper shakers. So you could either have a lot of them to put out if you had a long table/lots of tables at say Christmas dinner or a medium sized one if you say just had to do 2-3 sets all the way to them stacking into one larger one (about the height of a regular pepper mill). All you had to do was unscrew them from each other and put the additional tops on or whatever. Well for whatever reason these shakers were both an antique and a collectors item, and Terri’s mom was like totally into them. Terri had been over my house and saw them and was telling me her mom would pay me like crazy amounts of money for them. Like enough money to pay off my debts.. but still I wouldn’t part with them.

The second dream was about Eddie Izzard. In all the time that I’ve been an Eddie fan (circa 1988 or so) I can’t ever recall him featuring prominently in a dream. I mean there have been dreams (like that one where literally everyone showed up) where it’s mentioned he’s like around.. but I never actually see him. This one starts off in the Market Basket in the North Andover Mall. Why specifically this supermarket? Probably because I used to work there and knew it inside and out. So I know this is the same market because things like the produce section and meat market are all in the same spots and the isles of food go in the same order and the same people work there that used to work there in 1992 and stuff. Though as per usual in my Amalgam City dream world state it’s always like an amped up version… so the produce section looks the same but sells produce that they never used to sell there or perhaps doesn’t even exist at all IRL.. that sort of thing.

Eddie and some undefined female were wheeling their carriage around the front of the store near the manager’s station. I don’t know if I’m shopping there or working there (I think shopping since I am not wearing the horrid polyester light blue and yellow uniform) but I approach them asking if I can take a photo. The female seems excited by this prospect as apparently there are no photos of her and Eddie together, but Eddie is kind of “Meh” about the idea. He reluctantly says “yes” to one photo. (This corresponds to his actual attitude when I met him IRL. He really seemed like he didn’t want to be there signing autographs and taking photo ops.. for whatever reason. Other people have said he was a really great guy when they met him, so I think he must have just been tired or needed to be somewhere or something).

Well turns out I have this new camera, and I don’t really know how to use it. I take the photo but it doesn’t come out right. Eddie is already walking away with the cart.. his female companion looks a bit dumbfounded like she can’t decide if she should catch up to him or wait and see the photo. In a move of boldness that will never probably be paralleled in real life, I hopped after him and tugged his shirt and exclaimed “Look (as I show him the screen) it came out crap, do you mind doing it again? And can you stay this time until I’ve got it right”. Apparently in my mind Eddie Izzard likes his women that kind of forward as opposed to all fawning and shy (which is more how I’d be IRL) because not only did he stay and finish up the photo op, nicely.. he ended up asking me out to lunch. The dream continued in a weird sort of vein in which we weren’t really like a couple or anything but we did practically everything together (best friends?). Stupid stuff too, like aside from the lunches (which usually consisted of kind of posh places were we’d get all goofy and drink tea all British like with our pinkies sticking out and then crack ourselves up laughing), things like throwing Frisbees around on Boston Common or going back to the supermarket to actually buy groceries where he’d mercilessly tease me about how forward I had been and I would joke back “well it got your attention didn’t it?”. It was kind of a sweet dream actually…