Dancing With the Soups

This dream is the second of the two that have Patrick Stewart in them. I don't have a lot of commentary so I'll just jump in.

Dancing With the Soups

So this dream starts out with me on the Enterprise D

as usual...

...and I run into sickbay where I find:

Pulaski, (which makes no sense because I'm a total Crusher fan.)

Troi

and Data. Aww, he's blowing you a kiss.

We all run around and have a big tag tickle fight, running around tables, knocking stuff over, laughing, pushing each other into the walls. I fall over and land on top of Data and I'm totally dizzy so I sit for a second then I give Data a kiss and he just disappears. Like disappears into thin air. And I'm like, "Whatever" so I get up and I wander back to the conference room from the other dream. When I run in I see:

Piccy!

As it turns out, I'm married to Captain Picard and we are totally slizzard, like wasted out the wazoo. We're giggling up a storm and we're both pressed forehead to forehead whispering under our breath and cracking up at whatever we were planning. Which was apparently that we were going to break up all of the relationships on this ship.

I'm supposed to go after:

Riker and Troi

and Picard is supposed to break up

Miles and Keiko

and my personal favorite:

Worf and Data.

So then I'm on the floor of some office building buying bread bowls

from a soup vending machine

which apparently is the same place that I'm supposed to buy my Dancing With the Stars team. I'm picking my teams willy nilly not even looking at what they looked like. The whole time my friend Brigitte is sitting there with me:

Who is very pretty.

She says things like "Christine, what are you doing!? You're not even looking! You have to look at they're whole body, do you see how fat they are!? FAT DANCERS! Look how short these dancers are! SHORT DANCERS!"

So to take matters into my own hands I jump into the vending machine and start making people audition for me in person, and I say, "All the gay guys raise your hands."

No one did.

"Come on! Show your pride, if you're gay come stand over here."

So like ten gay guys came to stand next to me and they were all wearing this shirt.

Or variations on these stripes.

They were all really fat too, and I hired two or three of them.

And then some girl complained because I didn't have time to audition everyone individually.

And then I woke up.

My Interpretation

- These Star Trek dreams come from watching way too much Star trek: The Next Generation

- Keiko O'Brien comes from the fact that I actually sat next to Rosalind Chao at Disneyland the other day. She was sitting at a little table in an ice cream parlor on Main Street.

- The bread bowls come from eating two soups in bread bowls in as many days.

- I don't watch Dancing With the Stars so I don't know what that's about.

But I'm the Archbishop of Canterbury

This is a pretty exciting dream and the first of two with Captain Picard. Whoopie (LOL, Whoopie...that was unintentional). And I can tell safely tell you that I am now remember great detail of my dreams and they're all pretty freaking awesome. So let's start things rolling.

But I'm the Archbishop of Canterbury

This dream starts out with me talking to Captain Picard

in the conference room on the Enterprise D where they hold all of their important meetings.

Except my dream angle was showing the other side of the room, I feel like they use that shot of the room more often than this one on the show. Anyway, I'm sitting with Picard and we're arguing.

Picard: But we have to split up the castle!

Me: Why do we have to split the castle? That one time when everyone got really sick we kept the infected people and the not infected people in the same place and it was fine.

Me: We don't need to split the castle.

Picard: Fine, we won't split the castle.

So we didn't.

But all of a sudden we were in a castle, Picard wasn't there anymore but I was there with Emmie:

and Dave, a friend from Ringling.

I was arguing with one of them about who was going to be:

The King of England

(I didn't know George VI was a mason...but then again everyone was...)

The Archbishop of Canterbury

The Prince of Wales

and the Duke of York

Those are some pretty big shoes to fill.

So I had already decided that I was going to be the King of England and the Archbishop of Canterbury. But David and Emmie who were the same person at this point, thought that they should be an important position too. David/Emmie was sad because he/she though that he/she was going to have to be the Duke of York when they wanted to be either the King or the Archbishop. So I looked up in a very dramatic way and we had a conversation:

Me: Y'know Dave/Emmie, (I don't know what I called him/her), I don't think that you should be the Duke of York. (Apparently the Prince of Wales had been completely defenestrated because they weren't mentioned after this.)

Dave/Emmie: B-b-but sir! I-

Me: YOU MUST BE THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY!

Dave/Emmie: But that's a position of power!

Me: It doesn't matter because either way I'm still head of the church. This is after all the Church of England. You must have a goblet!

This goblet looks very French to me because of all of the fleur de lis. Oh well.

So I run around looking for a goblet for Dave/Emmie the newly appointed Archbishop of Canterbury to hold, because apparently holding a goblet at all times is part of the job description. There is crap all over the place, silver whatnots and pewter this and thats. So I'm searching for a good goblet but apparently they're really hard to find. The doorbell rings and I tell the Archbishop to answer it but then I realized that he/she can't answer it without his/her goblet. So I just grab the first cup I see, (which now that I think about it may very well have been the Holy Grail), but I'm still not all that pleased with it. So I run out to give it to the Archbishop, who has wrapped a sheet around him/herself. Then they answer the door while I run away to find a crown, because I mean, after all, I'm the King. I finally find a crown that looks an awful lot like this...

The crown, not the Queen of Hearts.

Next thing I know, a bunch of friends of mine from Ringling and I are planning a heist, with a game of monopoly.

These friends (whom are also knights) include:

Sir Aaron, the Quick-Tempered.

Sir Alexis, the Obsessed.

Sir Tyler, the Hoochmonkey.

Sir Kathryn, the Cute.

Sir Mariana, the Sweet.

and Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Blog.

Aaron and Dave did something important that I don't remember.

And that's all I remember.

My Interpretation

- Captain Picard I'm sure is from watching too much Star Trek: The Next Generation recently. As for the rest, your guess is as good as mine...

Ashley's Boss House and the Forgotten Dream

Sorry for the hiatus but I've been busy and I've been travelling, so here I am in California, and I've got three pretty awesome dreams for you. There were a couple of dreams in between that happened but I can't remember enough of them to satisfy a whole blog post. If you're interested, there was one with Prime Minister standing in a group of guys and someone asked me if I liked any of the guys and I said yeah, and I thought that he was going to ask me out...and then he didn't. I've got lots of dreams with him that turn out a lot like that. Anyway, this first dream I am really jealous of.

Ashley's Boss House

So this dream starts out with me visiting my sister at her new house, which doesn't exist in real life.

But Noah wasn't there.

I walked into the foyer of her house and it was a large Victorian mansion. Already I'm jealous. She's showing me around and shows me the living room which in enormous with wall to wall art and a huge grand piano.

Except that this one's very small...it's surprisingly hard to find pictures of pianos.

As I walked in I was marveling at all of her wonderful art in her amazing house and then I remembered a phone call that I had had from Ashely earlier that dream-day.

Me: Didn't you say that you had a bust of Robert Pattinson?

Ashley: Oh yeah! I totally do. I don't know why, I didn't order it, but I totally have one.

Me: Where is it?

Ashley: Over there on top of the piano.

It looked a lot like this, but it was just a crystalline bust.

Me: Wow, how stupid.

Ashley: I know.

So we make our way into another room which in my dream tends to vacillate between a bedroom and a formal living room. Just like in the rest of the house there art on every inch of wall space, and it's decorated in the style of Versailles.

Except not as distracting or tacky.

The walls had way more art than this, the paintings were closer, but then again the house was much bigger with extremely tall ceilings so there was more room for wall to wall art.

The ceilings were very tall with beautiful crown molding and lots of tumble room. (When I say tumble room I mean lots of walking space, I saw tumble because I totally weigh the value of a room by the amount of space on the floor that is available to lay down and do somersaults. No joke.) The carpet was a gorgeous rich navy blue.

It was a little darker, with less shine, and less velvety...and no presidential seal.

We start up a conversation.

Me: So you rented all of this art right?

Ashley: Yeah, there's a website that I've found where you can just tell them what kind of art you want and how much and they send it all to you and then some guys come and hang it all up, but wait for them to hang it up or else it will look terrible. They're professionals. Look I've got paintings of the three musketeers...

...lots of chiaroscuro, Caravaggio type stuff...

I like Caravaggio...

...and this sword is from Caesar!

Yeah, Ashley had the actual Crocea Mors...

I've also got lots of Mozambiquan art. (I don't even think Mozambiquan is a word but that's what she said.)

But make sure that if you get Mozambiquan art that you get actual Mozambiquans to hang it or else they'll do it upside down.

Make sure you get Mozambiquans....

Me: How much was this house?

Ashley: Oh my gosh, it was a steal! We got it for so cheap. (But shew gave no specific number.)

Me: And you actually own it?

Ashley: Yeah!

Then I laid on the bed and covered myself with my Batman quilt...which I don't have a picture of.

This is the actual fabric it's made of though.

And I went to sleep.

My Interpretation

None at all, but I'm extremely jealous of this house. It was gorgeous and I would live in it any day of the week.

Also, you guys get a treat. I totally forgot about a dream I had the other night until I found the folder with all of the pictures that I was going to use for it. Unfortunately since I took too long to blog it, I've forgotten, even though I'm pretty sure I couldn't remember a lot of it to begin with.

The Forgotten Dream

As far as I can remember, the only people in this dream were:

Emmie

My brother, Blake, and maybe his son Wyatt, I can't really remember.

And my sister-in-law, Lisa.

As far as I can remember, we were all in my room at my house in Texas, even though Blake and Lisa live in Washington state. and Blake and Lisa were trying to get me to come doing something with them, like go to dinner or go to Six Flags or something, but there was something in my bed. I say something because it was like a mentally retarded zombie or something, I seriously don't know. But it was a mixture between this guy:

and Sloth...

But there was something about him that made him super violent but you could keep him under control as long as you were careful about what you said. Because apparently if you said something four times in a row he would go do it. Or it would create some kind of violent reaction in him. I know that there was a point in time where we had to run away from him, and we had to run through the backyard.

We had a playground thing that was a lot like this in my backyard about I'd say 8 years ago.

We had to jump over this play thing and jump over all of the fences to get away.

And that's all I can remember.

My Interpretation

- The zombies, once again coming from Undead Nightmare. Other than that, no idea.