I'm dreaming my life away

[serafina20]

I watched most of The Astronaut's Wife last night. It wasn't ... very okay. First, I got all distracted in the first ten or so minutes because Johnny Depp seemed to be doing some sort of Val Kilmer impression. Then I got all distracted because Charlize Therone looked like she was auditioning for Rosemary's Baby. Then I spent the rest of the movie complaining that they should have just remade Rosemary's Baby because I loved the book but don't like the movie all that much. Then I tried to explain what was going on to my dad, even though I didn't quite get it. And then I was excited because the kid who played Ben in Friend's was in it, and then the movie was over. I give it ... one star. Maybe it would have gotten more had my parents not been in the room while Johnny was talking dirty, but since he was ... one star.


Then, last night, I had strange dreams. In one of them, I was Clark. I might have still been a girl, though. I was riding the bus to school (maybe to teacher) and Ryan was there. He was a little ... hesitant to approach me, and I was guilty and angry and didn't want to apporach him. Finally, I went to him and told him how sorry I was for not calling him after he recovered (apparently, in the dream, the tumor was successfully removed) and not talking to him for a year. He said it was okay, and the dream morphed into something new.

The strange thing was, Ryan was actually a year older from what he was last year. Which is weird, because I haven't seen him since Ryan so I don't know why I aged him up.

In the second dream, I was a man again. I was breaking into someone's house for some reason, looking for books or documents. I ran into Anita Blake, who looked like the chick they cast as Mara Jade on the RP card. Her two kids were waiting in the car, playing with her guns while she snooped in her father-in-law's house. We finally found the boxes containing documents by following the silver fish. Then the owner of the house came home. I stuffed Anita into a dresser drawer and took off out the back. Then I turned back into a girl and was running to meet my brother at volley ball practice and then, *finally* woke up.

Saw Stepford Wives today. I enjoyed it, but I want to see the original now to compare. I just need to get ahold of a copy.

Comments

[zafra.livejournal.com]

Your dreams sound as wacky as mine - except I never see myself. I know I'm there, but I see everyone around me, just not me. Ever, that I can remember. I'm always me, too, I think. Even if I'm *doing* something that would be more consistent with someone else. Does that make sense?

Last night I dreamt briefly about living in a house with a church behind it (that I didn't attend), people always parking in my front yard, having roomies and then at the end I was walking down the street showing someone with no coordination how to do the martial arts form I went over last week in class. Noting 'weird' about that dream necessarily, since save for their being a church behind me (which I don't think it started out as) I have references in RL for all those things. Strange how your brain puts stuff together.

[serafina20.livejournal.com]

Well, I coudln't see me, but I could tell I was Clark. And when I was the cop, I could see my hands and arms. There might have been a mirror, too.

Dreams are werid.