Overslept. The alarm did not go off and I can't figure out why . . . everything seems right with the clock. Oh well, so I got an extra 3 hours of sleep, yay! I must've needed it.
In case I've never mentioned it, I have a very active dream life -- if I'm asleep, I'm dreaming. I dream in colour (shocked to learn most people don't, actually) and my dreams are like movies or plays. I'm in them of course, but I'm also off to the side watching them happen, maybe even making changes to the way things unfold, rewriting the script sometimes, definitely directing the production.
97% of the time I know I'm dreaming and the other 3% I have the most horrifying nightmares anyone could ever have. The percentage of nightmares used to be much higher but I'm finding the older I get, the less nightmares I have. This is good, because I have had some pretty terrifying nightmares in my day.
I also have a bunch of dreams that I dream over and over again — recurring dreams. There are probably about a dozen of them and I'll dream them once every six months or so. Sometimes I just let them unfold like they always have before. Sometimes I tweak them to see what happens. They usually aren't scary, but as dreams go, I seem to have a lot of fun with the stable of recurring ones; they're dependable, like old friends. You might think all this is kind of weird, but I'm just pretty in touch with the world of my dreams. It's a big part of what makes me, me.
Anyway, about five years ago a kind of odd thing started happening with my dreams. About once a week at least one celebrity shows up in my dreams. I call it my "celebrity guest stars." Obviously, my subconscious didn't think I was an interesting enough character to carry off these dreams all on my own so we had to go Hollywood. Sometimes, it's pretty low budget stuff and David Soul pops in for a cameo. Other times it's a bigger deal like when the entire Bon Jovi band shows up, and bring Heather Locklear.
I don’t seem to have much control over who pops in, but it's always a nice surprise. One night last week I was roaring around the streets of Rome on the back of a motorcycle driven by Kiefer Sutherland (I suspect too many Ford commercials might be the culprit there). Anyway, last night's dream had a really interesting celebrity guest star duo — Jen & Ben! Yeah, Bennifer showed up in my dream, which is rather odd because not only are they no longer a couple but I'm not a fan of either, I'd trade them both in for a single Matt Damon appearance any day. But hey, I get what I get I guess, Matt is obviously too busy to drop by.
In the dream, Stacy and I were on a road trip vacation and we stopped in this little town (which looked A LOT like the Rapids). We got invited to this big Thanksgiving dinner or something with a family of Heatherington's (yeah, you're right, I know that family). Anyway, we're at this dinner (where there was not so much turkey by the way but a tonne of candy!) and enter Ben looking frazzled because he has just seen Jen and her new hubby checking into a cottage down the road. Of course, I console him, offer advice, etc. Yeah, he's not my favourite, but come on — he's Ben Affleck! Anyway, he's having none of my shenanigans (that's the kind of word Ben throws around — shenanigans ;-) and he goes out to spy on her.
Cut to the good part of the movie/ dream. Turns out Jen also saw Ben out of the corner of her eye and sneaked to find him. They reunite in the bushes surrounding the cottage, declare their undying love for one another and he brings her back to this big dinner where we've finished eating all the candy and have moved onto the entertainment portion of the evening — KARAOKE!! Oddly, she does not sing, he does, but still it's kind of sweet, in his "I'm doing Regis Philbin" kind of way. You can totally tell though that she's just out for a night of closure, she will not be leaving the hubby anytime soon, which makes me feel a little sad for Ben because he really seems to want her back. The dream ended with him singing (badly, I might add) "You're So Vain."
Do you think I'm celebrity obsessed?
My dreams are really weird sometimes . . . maybe I shouldn't write them down. Could this be the material my family uses one day to have me committed? Something to keep in mind.
Mood: sunny
Drinking: tea & water simultaneously
Listening To: Ah, la paterno mano -- Andrea Bocelli
Hair: tucked behind my right ear
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