07 March, 2012

Dreaming, Again? (Brett, Get Out of my Head!)

So, after a long day ending about 9pm, I came home last night and saw my millions of boxes sitting there…

To explain: (bear with me)
I’m nearly done packing the books, but had to pick up more liquor boxes on Monday night on my way to rehearsal, which meant these boxes didn’t get home until late Monday, and so of course they are sitting in the living room, empty. Also, the universe is clearly a fan of my idea to move because yesterday we received an unexpected delivery at work. Not unexpected as in un-ordered, but unexpected as in, we ordered 24 not exactly huge items, but they packed each item in its own, huge, box. In the end I only took 11 of these boxes, but they are also in the living room.

…So I saw my umpteen-gazillion empty boxes in the living room when I got home last night, felt annoyed at not having packed anything that day – how could I? I was at work! – and suddenly wished I could just pack one suitcase – maybe even a big one – and then set fire to the house. Wouldn’t that be great? Fresh start, for real! (I would never do that because I’m not a criminal, but the idea is TANTALIZING!)

Preamble over, let me tell you about my night!
The dreams, the dreams. Sometimes I wonder about my brain - the stuff it comes up with when it’s left to wander unchaperoned through the REM. Not last night. I know where those dreams came from. Again, two dreams that I remember.

First, here’s something for all of you followers of the “Red and the Transformed Non-Conformist” serial. Last night, Brett (the Non-Conformist, if you're new) was directing a play in my head. Well, casting it actually.

I know exactly why my brain made this connection. Although we are not very visible together these days in the blogosphere, we are in contact (does that warm your heart, Bozo?) and I had mentioned to him that I’m Assistant Directing a current show, and he had asked a follow-up question which I answered very briefly because I was answering from my phone and it’s a pain to type on that tiny keyboard. ...So my brain associated Brett with the theatre (and probably also with my need to properly address his question) and came up with "auditions".

In the dream, I was late to the auditions he was holding.(that is not like me at all.) I don’t know if Brett was ignoring me, or if I was kind of hiding out in the back of the room chatting with other auditioners, but he didn’t seem to know I was there. There was a second night of auditions, with all the same characters – who were probably the rest of the bloggers I follow, since I didn’t recognize any of them – and I was late again, and this time Brett was cross-casting people. You know, men in traditionally female roles and vice versa, and the wrong race in race-specific roles. Very weird.

The second dream is tied into my “burn the house down” thoughts before bed. I was throwing things out a second story window, and suddenly saw my piano standing in the middle of a stream – well, it wasn’t my piano because I don’t have a baby grand, but in the dream it was – and it wasn’t in a flood of rushing water, but more like standing on a rocky bed – sort of like where I went white-water rafting in NC, but without the white water – just with a little water trickling around the legs of the piano. And the frame of the piano was broken…probably from shoving it out a second story window!

Thanks for indulging me: I’m not usually one for spouting off about my dreams and stuff, but I thought you might enjoy these. (Anyone want to come burn my house down for me??)

In other news: “Reasons to celebrate!”
Today is the 220th birthday of Sir John Herschel, the astronomer who discovered more than 1,000 deep sky objects. (among many other scientific things that he did.)
Also, locally, this is the 50th anniversary of the 1962 storm, which changed the landscape and building codes for much of Delaware. Seriously, a big storm. Everyone should celebrate by drinking a hurricane! (unless there’s a drink called The Nor’easter)

16 comments:

  1. Are you really stressed? I know my dreams get even more weird when I'm really anxious and what-not.

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  2. Yes! Good point. I didn't want to get too into the "moving" aspect in this post, but I have the weight of the world on my shoulders until my best friend gets back from vacation, because I don't want her to find out by accident. It's SO HARD to not tell people!

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  3. Oh yes... warmed my heart to the core! I've been wondering if you were in private contact lol... I mean, it didn't seem realistic to have such large gaps between your communicative posts - although I of course watch your conversations in feedback. Oh... the fun of it!

    *she closes her eyes and smiles in satisfaction...*

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    1. lol. Happy to oblige!
      Yes, we have email contact, but to keep up an interesting blog storyline, things would have to move at a sitcom-pace, which is just not realistic.

      ...and truthfully, this impending move is more than occupying my conscious mind most of the time!

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    2. Well I sort of like the suspense you know... each time one of you post I dash over to see what the day might bring. Keeps me on my toes which is good. I mean, if every single post were of the Red/Brett nature, I might get complacent in my stalking.

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  4. I was probably cross-casting to challenge the actors in their abilities and to open the mind of the audience.

    Or maybe I just didn't know what I was doing. I have never directed.

    Did you end up with a good part?

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    1. Actually, the two actors you were cross-casting for sure had good auditions the first time as the opposite gender. So you were servicing the play well!

      You didn't cast me, but then, I was running out chasing through very low-ceilinged (crawl height), dark pink hallways...

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  5. Ah, dreams. So much fun. And more fun to try to actually relate the feel of it through words when you are conscious. Quite the challenge.

    Basically, what I took away from this is that Brett is your dream man. I mean, that's what you are saying, right? :)

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    1. You know he's my internet-fiance, right? LOL. Have you been following this storyline at all? My earlier dreams were posted here: http://doesntspeakklingon.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-now-im-dreaming-about-blogging-crap.html

      ...but that was kind of in the middle of everything. It all started in my "Your Bloody Valentine's Day" post, in the comment section. yes, apparently he is the man of my dreams!

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  6. Very well said blog Red....I have enjoyed this very much....I even asked "someone" if we need to use my truck to help out.....I always want to help if I could....they said no need for that....but the smile was rather nice to see...

    Keep up the good work writing...

    I might have to add to my post I think its been long enough..

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    1. LOL...so hard!
      Don't think the thought didn't cross my mind...thanks for being on the same wavelength... but I don't think that would be a good meeting because I probably won't be my "best self".

      Haha. You made my night. Now back to the packing. I'll keep my eye on your blog for updates.

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  7. I completely understand the setting-fire-to-the-house thing.

    Burn it down. Start again.
    Only spare your toothbrush, passport, and a spare pair of underpants. Or two.

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    1. Thank you! I'm not crazy!

      ...that's how I moved cross country last time. Well, not the burning, but with one backpack until I found my place.

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  8. The image of packing books into liquour boxes made me laugh so hard! Make sure you spare the books before you burn down the house, though.

    -Barb the French Bean

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    1. I need to get proper labels. I tried changing "Tanqueray" to "Theology, etc." but it's hard to read.

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  9. Yuck, moving is a pain!

    I am a vivid dreamer too, on an almost nightly basis. Sometimes I can find a reason for my dreams, and other times I wake up and think 'what in the hell is wrong with me?'

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