Celebrity Dreams: Courtney Love Edition

I dreamed that Courtney Love was giving college-level courses on horses in order to make extra cash.

New Adventures In The Night

Last night I dreamed that I was checking out of my hotel room but forgot to pack up my other hotel room, which contained Pete Rose's cake dome (which looked something like this):

Pete had a whole bunch of other stuff that I was somehow responsible for that I'd forgotten to box up, all of it bulky.

Crazy Dreams

Last night I dreamed that a house on my mom's block back home was a fish store. I went there to try to get food for my pet seahorse.

Hijinks ensued. 

There was taxidermy (not of a seahorse, but of a giant deer) and I made a lot of money from that endeavor.

Final Celebrity Dream Of 2014?

Robert Downey Jr. was a roommate at my mom's house. 

He clogged every toilet in the house and didn't deal with it. 

My other roomates were really angry.

Best Exam Ever

Quite often lately I have stress dreams about taking a final in class that I didn't study for. In last night's version, it was a Hawaiian language and music class. The format was reminiscent of the music round in Pub Quiz.

Instructor plays an audio clip. Your job is to:

1) Identify the song
2) Transcribe the lyrics for the part of the song played
3) Describe the overall gist of the song as well as the kaona (hidden meanings)
3) Describe the type of song, and what he characteristics of that kind of song are

It was a butt-kicker. And the only song I recall is Makaha, by Ka'au Crater Boys. But I do recall describing some of the genres of song.

So funny.

I want to take that class!

Christine

Bucket List

Now that I'm vastly old, it seems only appropriate to have a bucket list.

The purpose? To always have goals to move toward, odd though they might be. It's in the forward motion that comes the satisfaction, I think. Some of the list items will be easy. Some will not. Half of the fun is in thinking them up and memorializing them here.

In no particular order:

1. Take an exercise class with Richard Simmons
2. Ride a camel (not a location-specific goal)
3. Sit in the booth with Doreen Simmons while she comments on a sumo basho for NHK
4. Write a book
5. Meet distant family in Ireland
6. Play Carnegie Hall or Royal Albert Hall
7. Be a balloon wrangler in the Thanksgiving Day Parade
8. Volunteer in the Bishop Museum archives
9. Have our Hawaiian band sponsor a match in a sumo tournament in Japan
10. Play music at a retirement home (as added and commented here) 
11. Learn to tie knots (as added in 2015)

I wanted to accomplish #1 last week, but ran out of time. Imminently doable. #2 is inspired by miss wartz, who went on camelback in Morocco and slept in the desert in a tent with camels and complained about how loud their tummies were. Now that's an amazing adventure. Unlikely for me. I just want to ride the camel.

#7 goes way back to the time when I was a volunteer at a museum of advertising characters. One afternoon I took a nap and dreamed that I was a giant Mr. Salty:

and I was on my way to the Empire State Building for a date with Dolly Madison:

I was walking up 5th Avenue on my way for this date. I began to levitate and became a balloon in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I've written this down before, right?

Best dream ever, if you ask me. Except for the dream where Maya Angelou taught me how to drive an 18-wheeler.

They're all dreams, really.

A Dream

This is what happens when you fall back asleep on a Saturday morning after looking at the Craigslist estate sale listings: you dream that you are at an estate sale in Australia where you've found a circa 1950's American toy in the original box. 

The toy is a geodesic dome. 

Put the geodesic dome together, put your baby in it and immediately your baby and his baby friends have the ability to be an amazing reggae band (comprised of babies).

Japanese Oscars

Went to dream Japan last night, as Dennis Hopper's escort to the Oscars. The whole thing was being taped in Japan and green screened so it would look as if it had been taped at Kodak Theater as usual.

Dennis disappeared pretty close to the time his category was going to be announced. I looked for him in the theater, which seemed pretty empty all of a sudden. Then I noticed that all the male nominees were stripped to the waist and participating in some sort of skit in which they were rowing a huge ship. Again, it was being green screened. I went to check on Dennis, because he was very ill. Everybody knew this would be his final awards season.

While I looked around for Dennis Hopper, I noticed Chiyotaikai walking up the aisle. I was dying to find someone who could tell me if there were other sumotori in the house. An usher helped me find my seat, which was next to that tall gangly new guy on The Office.

Distraction

When all else fails, dream about kitties I say.

Last week I dreamed that Ears was chasing our pygmy zebra around the house...

Owen Wilson, Taking Away the Pain of Otters

Even my barest acquaintances know how much I hate otters. Horrible, horrible otters with their fleshy noses and rows of needle-like teeth.

Hate otters but love dreaming about celebrities, apparently. The cognitive dissonance of celebrities and otters met last week when I managed to combine thoughts of both while I was sleeping.

In a dream, I was at a 1960's motel, which had overgrown tropical landscaping. The pool had been transformed into an otter pond. I remember thinking "I should overcome my distaste for otters and try to tickle their bellies as if they were cats." I reached into the pool to find that they weren't nice like cats at all. Big surprise. They're otters.

Later in my dream, Owen Wilson was swimming in the decommissioned pool / otter pond (in his street clothes, I believe, reader). He was sent to my dream by my subconscious in order to distract me from the pain of otters.

-- This post was completed in the blessedly wireless reading room of the Seattle Public Library. Despite the amazing architecture and cool furniture and styling floor coverings, it's their local history collection, vertical files and biographical card index that really fill me with impure thoughts.