One heck of a weird dream.

[persephone33]

I got so much writing done this weekend that it looks as if the block is over.  *releived sigh*

It all started out innocently enough.  I was living in a sort of tree house with Will Smith (arms to die for) and I had made him clothes from hemp; we were one step up from Tarzan and Jane.  As usual, right before the steamy love scene, some people started shooting at us, and the tree house didn’t really provide enough cover, so we hopped in our Osprey (a helicopter that can do all sorts of cool stuff, probably has to do with the fact that there’s an assembly plant in my town and Mom’s husband is project manager for the civilian model) and were chased by helicopters with the people still shooting at us.  We escaped them (huzzah!) and landed in a dormant volcano, which happened to have elementary school class tours going on.  Will left me there, (damn) and I somehow made it to The Outback Steakhouse, an Australian-themed, American owned restaurant complete with pictures of Ned Kelly, ostriches, emus, koalas and alligators on the walls.  (Er, crocodiles.  Right? Anyway, I worked there when I was in college).  I didn’t have my uniform, so Steve Padgett, one of the managers I had way back then, gives me a big hug & kiss (he’s no Will Smith) and says that it’s okay that I’m wearing my bathrobe, or I can go upstairs and get something to wear.  I go upstairs and it’s the costume shop of a theatre, where Anne Lankford was trying on clothes that were too small for her.  She suggested some 40’s style cocktail dresses, and I put one on, and Jeff, Troy and Raymond (odd combination, that) were all telling me how fabulous I looked, and then I was in the usual actor’s nightmare.  In a play, had on a costume, didn’t know any of my lines.  Is it a wonder that I don’t feel rested?

 

We watched movies that we already own this weekend.  The Curse of the Jade Scorpion and The Count of Monte Cristo, both of which are very, very good.

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[peki.livejournal.com]

I had made him clothes from hemp

Bwahaha! Ah, wacky dreams! How I love them *snort* The first part actually sounds quite fun...the actor's nightmare not so much.

Hooray for writing! :)

I worry about me.

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

I know! Do I know anything about hemp? No, I do not.

Ach! Draco, then Orlando Bloom, and Now Will Smith (who I didn't even know I was attracted to, actually) has slipped through my fingers.

Curse you, subconscious!

Re: I worry about me.

[peki.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I wonder why the subconscious must be so prim and proper *g* It happens to me too. I've only ever had one dream in which I actually got to kiss the person I was dreaming about. Very annoying.

[sereniteys.livejournal.com]

Congrats on getting over the writers block! *does the dance of joy* Hope to see a new chapter of Strength, Chance or Fate or *bats eyelashes coyly* a cookie from your entry to Pud’s challenge.
Least dream you had Will Smith for a little bit. I’m sure he wears hemp very well.
We have Alligators too, but Crocodiles are more dangerous and I want to say more common. What were Ostriches doing at an Aus. themed restaurant? *g*

[persephone33.livejournal.com]

Maybe no ostriches. I remember several pics of emus and every other Austrailian cliche conceivable. Surfboards on the walls, Fosters signs, Crocodile Dundee, etc. The called the bar the billabong. The steaks were all named for the bigger cities... The Melbourne was the porterhouse, Canberra was the chopped steak, there was the Botany Bay catch o' the day, etc. Eh, it was good money.

I'll see what I can do about the cookie. And it's all up to the beta with S, C or F. As soon as I get a chapter back, I post!