Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Kylo Ren Cracks My Back Using the Force
Okay, so that might be a bit sensationalist. I had a dream where I went to the chiropractor and the chiropractor happened to be Adam Driver. He wasn't in his Kylo Ren get up, but he did do my adjustment using the Force (quite comfortable way to have it done, by the way). He was actually really nice and when it came time to leave, he even helped me carry my luggage to my car. I had stopped to get an adjustment before going home to visit my parents and hadn't wanted to leave anything worth stealing in the car. Going into the office, I was able to carry everything with little problem, but when it came time to leave, my things had multiplied and become impossible for me to carry it all. And Adam didn't seem to think it was strange, either that or he was way too nice to say anything. Haha!
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Colbert Gives the Cold Shoulder
Last night before bed I watched an episode of "Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee". It's a 20 minute show in which Jerry Seinfeld takes a comedian to coffee in a classic car. The cars are drool-worthy - a 1964 Morgan (the frames are made of ash wood!) and 1963 Corvette (the very kind that U. S. astronauts drove) for just a taste. The coffee looks delicious and the conversation is fun and interesting.
The comedian in the episode I watched last night was Stephen Colbert and so, of course, I had a dream with him in it, but considering how sexy he was looking in the episode with his silver beard and wavy hair, it wasn't as pleasant as I would have guessed.
In the dream, I was at an event where Stephen was going to sign canvas bags that were for sale at the event. The line was long and a couple of my friends were way ahead of where I was. I could see people walking away from the table holding veritable works of art; he was drawing little cartoons and pictures before signing his name. Somehow I was both at the end of the line and able to see over his shoulder as he worked. He wasn't very chatty with people, but you could tell he took pleasure in giving people something worth keeping. When I was nearing the front of the line, someone approached me with a saxophone that needed fixing. I got really excited and was jabbering away about how special the saxophone was, because it was a really unique, expensive one. Well, Stephen must not have liked the commotion because when I got to the front and it was my turn to have my bag signed, he asked me what the big deal was and when I told him that I was a repair person he didn't seem very impressed. He ended up drawing a small box near where the handle is sewn in and printing the words "bound to fail" inside of it. He didn't sign it and was very dismissive.
I showed what he had drawn to my friends and they didn't seem to think it was a big deal. Of course, I was unhappy because out of my friends, I was the only one who was a big fan. They didn't even really watch his shows.
/dream
I suppose I can tell where this comes from; it's a combination of having watched the show before bed and that Cary Elwes will be at an event signing books later this month and he will only sign books bought at the event.
Regardless of the dream, I still am a fan of Stephen and I think he is probably nothing like my dream.
The comedian in the episode I watched last night was Stephen Colbert and so, of course, I had a dream with him in it, but considering how sexy he was looking in the episode with his silver beard and wavy hair, it wasn't as pleasant as I would have guessed.
In the dream, I was at an event where Stephen was going to sign canvas bags that were for sale at the event. The line was long and a couple of my friends were way ahead of where I was. I could see people walking away from the table holding veritable works of art; he was drawing little cartoons and pictures before signing his name. Somehow I was both at the end of the line and able to see over his shoulder as he worked. He wasn't very chatty with people, but you could tell he took pleasure in giving people something worth keeping. When I was nearing the front of the line, someone approached me with a saxophone that needed fixing. I got really excited and was jabbering away about how special the saxophone was, because it was a really unique, expensive one. Well, Stephen must not have liked the commotion because when I got to the front and it was my turn to have my bag signed, he asked me what the big deal was and when I told him that I was a repair person he didn't seem very impressed. He ended up drawing a small box near where the handle is sewn in and printing the words "bound to fail" inside of it. He didn't sign it and was very dismissive.
I showed what he had drawn to my friends and they didn't seem to think it was a big deal. Of course, I was unhappy because out of my friends, I was the only one who was a big fan. They didn't even really watch his shows.
/dream
I suppose I can tell where this comes from; it's a combination of having watched the show before bed and that Cary Elwes will be at an event signing books later this month and he will only sign books bought at the event.
Regardless of the dream, I still am a fan of Stephen and I think he is probably nothing like my dream.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
The N'Sync of Japan goes on a U.S. Tour
Well, it's been a long time, hasn't it? I've had celebrity dreams since my last entry, but I mostly had them while traveling and you know how quickly dreams leave memory. But last night I finally had a really memorable dream and now I have time to write about it.
Okay, some background information. In Japan, boy bands are still quite popular, even with women and older ladies. Much like the boy bands in the U.S. and Europe, these bands are put together by an agency and they don't actually play anything - they sing, dance and are easy on the eyes. One of the most popular boy bands of all time in Japan is Arashi (嵐). Arashi has 5 members: Satoshi Ohno, Sakurai Sho, Matsumoto Jun, Masaki Aiba and Ninomiya Kazunari. When I lived in Japan, I was an official member of their fanclub and even won the ticket lottery once to see them live in Sapporo Dome.
There is a lot of gear that goes with going to a boy band concert in Japan (or, really, even any pop star or group). Typical fan gear that you can buy at the venue may include uchiwa (non-folding handheld fan) with members' faces on them, bath towels, key rings, pencils, pens, custom light sticks, t-shirts. You name it, really.
These concerts (especially for the really big groups) tend to have a lot of fanfare - acrobatics, tricks, numerous costume changes, audience interaction and fireworks/light shows.
Armed with this knowledge, hopefully this dream won't completely confuse you -- though, to be fair, it is a dream and it IS weird.
Starts out that I am going to an Arashi concert in the U.S. with my friend, Nailz. Even though I feel like I'm "over" Japanese boy bands, I couldn't miss this opportunity to see them one last time. I promise Nailz and myself that I won't spend a lot on merchandise. Somehow, even though after much mental debate, I decide to only get the MatsuJun uchiwa and the group poster, I end up with four shopping bags full.
When it's time to find out seats, we know they'll be in the upper balcony, so we start hiking it up to the nosebleeds, bags of merchandise and all. At the third level balcony, Nailz starts looking for our seats, but I keep going. This isn't my first rodeo and I know that this show always begins with juniors (junior members of the talent agency who haven't debuted yet) will be dancing up at the very top and make their way down the aisles. It's my habit in these dreams to always be at the very top of the seating so that I can see the whole spectacle close-up and what is going on on the stage.
As predicted, the juniors come out with confetti and lots of lights. They dance down the aisles to the lower levels. This is when I decide that I need to use the bathroom. I start unbuckling my belt on the way because suddenly I have to go really badly, but when I get to the doorway, I just as suddenly don't have to go anymore. Could be because I heard the members entering the stage. I hurry back in, forgetting to buckle and zip up my jeans.
By this time, Nailz has found her way up to the top and is shaking her head about my disarray. I tell her that the top is really the best place to see the whole show. We sit down on slanting cement floor where you would think there would be seats. We're enjoying the show when a spotlight flashes past us and up to a few feet behind us and there is Aiba and Nino singing away.
As usual with these dreams, I am (of course) friends with "the guys". They give me a look to say hello and keep singing - which is good because at some point in the past so many minutes, without remembering it, I had started to change into a merchandise t-shirt and gotten disrupted. I am sitting there without a shirt on. No bra, either. Last thing I remember is crossing my arms so that I could hide my boobs.
/dream
Odd thing is that usually when I'm topless in a dream, I don't really care. Ha!
Okay, some background information. In Japan, boy bands are still quite popular, even with women and older ladies. Much like the boy bands in the U.S. and Europe, these bands are put together by an agency and they don't actually play anything - they sing, dance and are easy on the eyes. One of the most popular boy bands of all time in Japan is Arashi (嵐). Arashi has 5 members: Satoshi Ohno, Sakurai Sho, Matsumoto Jun, Masaki Aiba and Ninomiya Kazunari. When I lived in Japan, I was an official member of their fanclub and even won the ticket lottery once to see them live in Sapporo Dome.
There is a lot of gear that goes with going to a boy band concert in Japan (or, really, even any pop star or group). Typical fan gear that you can buy at the venue may include uchiwa (non-folding handheld fan) with members' faces on them, bath towels, key rings, pencils, pens, custom light sticks, t-shirts. You name it, really.
These concerts (especially for the really big groups) tend to have a lot of fanfare - acrobatics, tricks, numerous costume changes, audience interaction and fireworks/light shows.
Armed with this knowledge, hopefully this dream won't completely confuse you -- though, to be fair, it is a dream and it IS weird.
Starts out that I am going to an Arashi concert in the U.S. with my friend, Nailz. Even though I feel like I'm "over" Japanese boy bands, I couldn't miss this opportunity to see them one last time. I promise Nailz and myself that I won't spend a lot on merchandise. Somehow, even though after much mental debate, I decide to only get the MatsuJun uchiwa and the group poster, I end up with four shopping bags full.
When it's time to find out seats, we know they'll be in the upper balcony, so we start hiking it up to the nosebleeds, bags of merchandise and all. At the third level balcony, Nailz starts looking for our seats, but I keep going. This isn't my first rodeo and I know that this show always begins with juniors (junior members of the talent agency who haven't debuted yet) will be dancing up at the very top and make their way down the aisles. It's my habit in these dreams to always be at the very top of the seating so that I can see the whole spectacle close-up and what is going on on the stage.
As predicted, the juniors come out with confetti and lots of lights. They dance down the aisles to the lower levels. This is when I decide that I need to use the bathroom. I start unbuckling my belt on the way because suddenly I have to go really badly, but when I get to the doorway, I just as suddenly don't have to go anymore. Could be because I heard the members entering the stage. I hurry back in, forgetting to buckle and zip up my jeans.
By this time, Nailz has found her way up to the top and is shaking her head about my disarray. I tell her that the top is really the best place to see the whole show. We sit down on slanting cement floor where you would think there would be seats. We're enjoying the show when a spotlight flashes past us and up to a few feet behind us and there is Aiba and Nino singing away.
As usual with these dreams, I am (of course) friends with "the guys". They give me a look to say hello and keep singing - which is good because at some point in the past so many minutes, without remembering it, I had started to change into a merchandise t-shirt and gotten disrupted. I am sitting there without a shirt on. No bra, either. Last thing I remember is crossing my arms so that I could hide my boobs.
/dream
Odd thing is that usually when I'm topless in a dream, I don't really care. Ha!
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