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.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Thursday, October 1, 2015
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.)
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.)
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