Script ideas for Castle and the result of watching The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

It seems that my celebrity dreams go in spurts. The night after the dream with Matt Damon, I had a dream that I gave a script/plot idea to Nathan Fillion. I was at the VA hospital for some type of check up and I had (for some reason) brought two of my friends with me. One friend is a real life friend and the other one was some random person I don't think I've ever met. Anyway, we waited in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. My name was finally called and the nurse at the reception desk handed me two pieces of mail. I guess this is what I had come there for and I opened up the top letter. It was a chain letter.  (Do you remember those? When you'd get one in the U.S. mail and then copy it out 10 times and send it even to people you hardly knew just so you could get all 10 copies mailed and not be cursed to never be kissed?? Man, maybe that's why my love life is always so dead - ha!)

I found it funny to have gotten a chain letter in this day and age, and I addressed everyone in the waiting room by laughing and then asking the general room if they remembered them. (Hm. I see a pattern here - haha!) Anyway, that's when I noticed that a very chubby Nathan Fillion was in the waiting room reading a paper. Even though he was chubby, I still thought he was handsome. I decided to casually suggest that a chain letter could be a plot device in a future episode of Castle. He actually thought that would be really cool.

The rest of the dream was very strange. My friends were mad to have spent 5 hours waiting for me to be done at the VA and then when we went out to the car, it had snowed and this hot model guy (who, in my dream but not in real life, was famous). He had a crappy, little rusted out car that he thought was really cool. My friend used her sleeve to wipe off his entire car. It was one of those little Italian things, so it didn't take much.

The next dream will not be described for modesty's sake, but I will just say that I had a very pleasant dream featuring Armie Hammer after seeing The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Eh heh heh. He is extremely easy on the eyes, that one.

How about them apples?

Bonus points to the person who can name the movie! (Psyche! There are no bonus points on a blog...)

Anyway, the title probably would give a hint about who appeared in my dream last night. That's right, Matt Damon. THE Matt Damon. I know it is because I saw him on Jimmy Kimmel the other night, but I will take his appearance as awesome anyway.

It was kind of a nice dream. Before falling asleep, I had asked my mind to let me have good dreams because I've been having an awful lot of weird and/or serious dreams lately and it's really been harshing my daytime mellow.

Matt was staying with my mom for a bit. From what I could gather from when I arrived home for a weekend visit, he was having problems with his wife and he was really stressed out and had come to my mom's house for recuperation. (I don't know why....this is dreamland, right??) She was up to the task of feeding him home-cooked comfort food and plying him with tea and warm quilts to wrap up in and watch TV and movies. She also was playing counselor as he talked and talked about his feelings.

When I arrived, my mom and I chatted for a while and we were laughing so hard about something (I don't remember what now, of course) that I actually woke myself up giggling in my sleep, but got right back into the dream. Matt asked about what I had been talking about with my mom and instead of answering his question, it felt right to tell him that I often have dreams where certain celebrities are my friends. Some that make frequent appearances include Conan and Benedict Cumberbatch. He thought this was great because he said it must make me more chill around celebrities (he had noticed that I didn't fuss over him just randomly showing up at my mom's house). I said that sometimes I think that I'll come off too casual and friendly when someone doesn't expect it. He said not to worry about that.

I don't remember much else. It was kind of a neat dream. Of course I used to have a huge crush on Matt Damon in the Finding Forrester days, but now I just have a deep respect for him as an intelligent guy. (I love that one interview clip where he completely shuts down a reporter for asking a dumb question about teachers.)

Not another waitressing dream...

But wait, there's more!

So, I had a night that was all one long dream of waitressing at Bakers Square (a pie restaurant I worked at in university). I haven't had a waitressing dream in a long time and as the dream first started, I remember thinking "oh, no, not this again". Time and time again during the dream I tried to change the outcome and what I did, but it was no use, the dream carried on as it always does: it's a busy night, we are short staffed and customers are being sat at tables that haven't even been properly bussed and many people give up on being served and leave disgruntled. I can't seem to manage to even get drinks out to people, much less take orders and so on.

I really hate those dreams, but thankfully there was a small perk near the end. At the end of my shift, I was outside (presumably) waiting for my ride when out comes two customers that had been one of my tables (but somehow they didn't leave even though I never managed to serve them??). The woman, who I see after a second glance is Amanda Palmer, hands me a t-shirt and says that some days are better than others but that hopefully this would make it better. I open the t-shirt and it has the word "sexpresso" on it and the outline of naked bodies make up the letters. Each letter is a different sexual position. The man with Amanda points at the t-shirt and tells me why it's funny. I see that it is none other than Neil Gaiman. I laugh and tell him that, "yeah, I get it Captain Obvious". He laughs too and he and Amanda walk off.

/end dream

Side notes: It's been a while since I've had a dream with a famous person in it. The dreams I have in my new place are much different than the ones I had at my last house. I wonder about that... Anyway - at least my night of waitressing had a happy ending. Heh.

And lastly, I don't know why, but when I watched Stephen Colbert interview Scarlett Johansson last night on the Late Show, I was ... affected to find out that she lived in France and was, in fact, married to a Frenchman. I don't know why, but it just really has been on my mind since then. Weird.

I kissed a girl and I liked it.

Though the title of the post might hint at a Katy Perry dream, in fact it was about Hillary Clinton. In the dream (a short and weird one), Every time Hillary is at a campaign speech, a woman kisses her and she looks shocked and blushes. At one of them, it was Michelle Obama. It was as if these women were just doing it to unsettle/get a rise out of her. So weird. Where do these dreams come from??

Cate Blanchett is an Unforgiving Teacher

Last night I had a dream that I was back in college/high school. (The environment was high school, but the structure of the class was college.) I had come to class and was getting my books and notebook out in preparation for lecture when I notice that everyone is doing the opposite - hurriedly looking over their notes and putting everything away. Just as I was about to ask someone what was going on, the teacher/professor, Cate Blanchett, speaks up from beside me and says that it is the mid-term exam. She's holding a stack of stapled packets of paper. Surprised, I ask when we were told about this and the teacher responds that it is not only on the syllabus, but that last class (which, apparently I hadn't been in) was all review. In my mind, I knew she was right and that I hadn't even read any of the material, much less reviewed it, but out loud I said, "No big deal. This'll be a breeze even without studying." Blanchett gave me a glare and then sneered, "We'll just see about that."

That's about it. I don't remember if the dream ended there or what, but that is good enough. I hate dreams where I'm back in school (of any level) and am caught with having to take a test that I didn't study for... When will I graduate from dream high school, I wonder?

P.S. I woke up this morning and I couldn't think of Cate Blanchett's name, but I remembered that she played Galadriel in LotR. I had to look up her name in IMDB. I've never read the books and have only seen the movie once. How I knew Galadriel before I knew her name is a complete mystery.

So many celebs, so little time.

Normally, I have a dream with a famous guest star about once a week, but while I've been traveling I've had one almost every night. The only problem is that if the dream occurs too close to another dream, I will forget the previous one. Such was the case with my dream featuring Nathan Fillion and the "Castle" crew. Sadly all I can remember is that I had one.

Last night, my luck was not much better. I had a dream that I was having dinner with my friend, Kim, and Chris Hemsworth. I have a cousin that reminds me a lot of him and I was dying to tell him. My friend knew this and kept trying to subtly tell me to not do it. I did anyway and sure enough he was not impressed. He seemed bored and soon, the dinner was over and he was gone. Ha! Should have listened to my friend.

My Wednesday night on TV

I had two very different dreams last night featuring celebrities, but both in the context of the respective TV shows. (I must be missing watching my regular shows.)

The first dream was "Inside Amy Schumer". The dream started out with me showing my real life friend Amy the show (which I've wanted to do since the first time I watched it), but suddenly my friend Amy is Amy Schumer and we're roommates with another girl, too. For some reason, a large part of the dream focuses on what a slob Amy is: she eats in her bed, so there are tons of food crumbs in between her sheets. She doesn't seem to mind and I, of course, thinks it's disgusting but funny. (I did wake myself up laughing a lot during this dream.)

As I mentioned, we have a roommate. She's a super skinny model-type and she brings men home left and right. This particular night, she brings home a guy and a bag of groceries. Because Amy eats in bed we don't think anything of it when she takes the bag into the bedroom with her but when all is said and done, we find out they were using whipped cream as part of their fun and it is rubbed into the carpet in the shapes of the positions they were in. We find it gross and hilarious at the same time. (And I am the only one who wonders how we're  going to clean it up.)

The next dream I had is for "black-ish". I'm one of the children in the family and it's my turn to cook. All the other kids are complaining about how bored with normal food they are that I decide to mix things up and have the kids help customize their own food. The oldest girl, Zoey, is loving the idea and going to town with customizing her food to her tastes, but something comes up and we don't get to finish the project. Suddenly we're all in the kitchen together, including Dre's mother. We need to all chip in to get everything made for a big dinner that we're  hosting and here's where it gets weird. For some reason, I feel like my contributions are not being taken seriously. In the dream I have evil powers to hurt people. Sometimes, when I get upset, my powers get out of my control. That's exactly what happens in this case. In the dream, Bow is pregnant and when my powers explode, they slice her mid drift in two. I run away in shame and horror at my own powers. After awhile, Dre comes to get me and tell me everything is okay. Somehow, Bow and the baby are alright and everything is good to go for the dinner. I look over the food and when I see that my dish was changed into something else, I secretly get mad.

What whacky dreams...

An elementary kind of dream...

Last night's dream was an unusual one because the only dream I remember is one that seems to have lasted the entire night. While I know that cannot be the case, still, it was odd. I dreamed that I was Watson on Elementary. Being Lucy Liu in my dreams was awesome - I mean, who wouldn't want to be Lucy Liu for just a bit? Anyway, in my dream, I was emotionally confused about Sherlock (of course played by Jonny Lee Miller).

The first part of the dream featured driving around in a little white truck that resembled a kei-tora (a very small truck popular in Asia where the motor is basically a motorcycle engine) and a golf cart. It was winter and it was cold. We were running errands and Sherlock was driving. For some reason I was in the left, back seat and the steering wheel was on the right side of the car. I meekly asked if I could come and sit next to Sherlock where I knew it would be warmer, but he told me that it was safer for me in the backseat in case of collision.

We were running errands, but I didn't know quite what for. Then, as if it were a TV show, I saw a flashback of when Sherlock was in England and he had been a teenager. He had been driving a lorry and while in the countryside, found an abandoned child. Feeling bad for the child, he had picked it up unconscious. When the child awoke, it turned into a hell-child and it was all he could do to defend himself from it. It had a razor on a string that it was very good at wielding. After a struggle, Sherlock managed to turn the blade on the child and it scalped him. All this struggle had happened while the truck was in motion. And after the razor cut the child, he fell by the wayside and Sherlock continued to drive away.

Flashforward back to my dream. Sherlock somehow knows that the child did not die, but is in fact in New York and looking for revenge. When the grown child appears, the top of his head is bald and scarred where the razor had cut off his scalp. He's hard to miss. Because I had strong feelings for Sherlock, I tried to fend off the hell-child. He was very strong. In the dream, I could do Charlie's Angels-like moves (Lucy was in that too!), but he bested me at every step. Eventually, I knew he was going to get to Sherlock. It was right at the moment of confrontation that I woke up.

Somewhere in the dream, I told Sherlock that I was moving in order to gauge how he felt about me. His disappointment was palpable even though he said nothing. My heart fluttered, but I still knew that he would make no move to stop me or let me know how he felt.

It was such an involved dream that it left me with a dream hangover. It cast a surreal pall on the day.

It's all a blur...

I have been having so many dreams lately that I have a hard time remembering details of them. Even when I take a short nap, I dream. I do remember that a night last week I had a really star-studded dream. I can remember cameos by Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, Peter Boyle and Jonny Lee Miller at least. I know there were more, but their names and faces were gone by morning. The contents of the dream were also lost. Sad. I like having many vivid dreams, but I guess the downside is not being able to remember them clearly or for more than a few minutes in the time between sleeping and waking. Is that the epitome of not being able to have your cake and eat it too??

Hanging in the mall with NSYNC

Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out at a mall with the members of NSYNC. Well, the members minus Justin Timberlake. Mostly, I hung out with Joey Fatone, Lance Bass and Chris Kirkpatrick. The mall was really crowded and I had to run around a lot for some unknown reason. In the basement of the mall, the band members had built a jungle gym of sorts with a cast iron balance beam above a mud pit. The members would be chest deep in the muddy water next to the balance beam to catch you if you fell. You were supposed to do this strange sashay on the beam. My sister was there and she was really good at it, but she fell on purpose to get caught by JC.

I kept having to run from the basement to the first floor and I had to go a certain route between the two places. Near the end of the dream, I wanted to tell them that the whole reason we were friends was because I had dreamt long ago that we were. Things kept coming up - obstacles to telling them about my dreams. Finally I got to tell them, and even though I was trying not to make it sound creepy, it totally came off that way. In the end they seemed to just sum it up to me being socially awkward. Heh.

As a side note, on one of my trips to the basement I came across a broken old-fashioned milk bottle and (yes I know this is weird, but maybe it is because of all the news stories recently about similar instances) shoved it down my pants. When I showed it to Lance, he went nuts and was telling me how it was this rare bottle and that even broken it was worth a lot of money.

I know there was more odd stuff to this dream, but as usual, most of them have faded throughout the morning.

Dame Maggie Smith Guides Me Through the World of the Rich

Recently I haven't had many celebrity dreams. I started taking a prescription allergy medication and for a while I was having dreams unlike any I had had before. Not bad, but different. And I seemed to forget them sooner than usual.

Finally, last night I had a memorable celebrity dream.

In the dream I had just moved in to a mansion to live with a young couple and extended family. The young couple had a son. The son was about 2 years old and was sickly. The parents had hired all kinds of people to take care of the child - everyone from personal nurse maid to a resident clown. Everyone wore ornate garments in pastel colors, including the clown. I don't know why I was there, but Maggie Smith was showing me around and the rules of the house. There were no windows on the 1st floor, but when you went up to the second floor, there were huge windows stretching from floor to ceiling on all four walls. It was a rule of the house that when you went upstairs, you had to take a small flag made of silver threads and wave it at the sun from every window or it would be bad luck.

I must have been hot because at the end of the dream (I was wearing my plush fleece bunny-suit PJs, so...) because there were these big, taller than me, mounds of snow at the bottom of the staircase leading upstairs and Maggie Smith and I both hugged a mound of snow. The cold snow felt so good. I wanted to ask her if she had ever made a snow angel, but I thought it might be a silly thing to ask a proper rich lady like her.

A Star-studded Road Trip

I had a dream last night that I was headed out on a road trip with friends. We were doing a caravan of one van and one car. In the van were most of my friends and Benedict Cumberbatch and I was stuck in the car with some guy I didn't really know. He was a hipster, but not exactly the good kind. (I know some people could argue that there is no such thing as a good kind of hipster, anyway...)

Benedict didn't have a large part in the dream, but he piled out of the van with everyone else every time we made a pit stop for gas or food. To be honest, it was kind of a boring cameo, but I did feel a bit pouty because (of course) in my dream, I was friends with Ben, too

We stopped for the night at a youth hostel (does the U.S. even have those?) and it was mixed dormitory-style. We had gotten there late and so we were stumbling through the room, tripping on people's stuff. I tripped over the edge of one guy's bed and when he sat up to grunt at me it turned out to be William Shatner. He made some desultory comments about my IQ and went back to bed. (End cameo.)

The weirdest thing about this hostel was that the toilet was right in the center of the room and there were no walls for privacy. It was just out in the open, so you could hear people peeing in the middle of the night. Weird for sure. (I think my bladder may have been trying to get my attention - ha!)

The next morning it was time to pack up and get out of town. We would arrive at our destination that day (though I don't know where we were headed, to be honest). Normally in these types of dream situations, I have a bunch of stuff spread all over the place and then it somehow doesn't all fit back into my bag, but this time packing up was easy and I had room left over in the bag. I felt like I was forgetting something (probably quite large that shouldn't be able to fit back into my bag).

Walking out of the hostel, we came out onto a wide open green. Out of nowhere, we hear yelling and a bugle-like call and in come two men on horses as if to joust, but what really happens is that the tall guy scoops the other short guy off of his horse and carries him to "home base" to win the bout. The tall guy turned out to be Conan O'Brien and the short guy Adam Carolla (which is funny because he's actually tall. Does anyone remember him from Loveline?). Conan was going to be joining us on the road trip, but at this point I woke myself up laughing, so who knows where we were headed and why.