Sunday,
March 9, 2003
A dreamy weekend
And
I'm being quite literal here -- I've spent the last two night in extensive dreamtime,
which usually means that I'm stressed and need a spot of mental hoovering.
Friday night's dreams included being introduced to a fun-loving polyamorous trio who lived in a really cool boat and brewed their own beer, including one that was made from "oat flour" and tasted incredible. Unfortunately they tried to get me loaded so that they could shanghai me into being their fourth, so I had to escape from them via helicopter and drop from a Very High Height onto a beach (which, for some reason, I remembered as being called Red Sands and had legends of a village that appeared and disappeared at odd times). From the beach, I made it into a very tony little area, where I gatecrashed a party, borrowed some clean clothing and spent the evening discussing the complexities of shooting good B&W nudes with a group of people.
Last night's dream was pretty much set at Oxford during various points in history -- I was part of a team that kept popping back and forth in time to get elements of something, and a 60's rock band and a group of schoolboys were mixed up in there somewhere. At one point we'd borrowed Charles Dodgson (AKA Lewis Carroll)'s rooms as a base of operations -- he became extremely ill during our stay, so I wound up nursing him and giving him a backrub (which he didn't object to, which tells you just how sick he was) while talking about logic. He wound up helping us with the project, and in my mind's eye I can see him clear as day talking to some of the other team members, then turning around and smiling at me. I have no idea what any of this means, but I feel a lot better.
Now, all I have to do is work on my St. Patrick's Day costume, finish choreographing my solo for tomorrow night, and do some writing. Whee. . .not.
Actually, I've decided to chicken out -- while I'd love to use Migra as my solo music, I just didn't have the necessary exercise room time to get it all set up. So, instead, I'm going to use the solo I'd planned to use on Halloween -- it's only about two minutes long, I still remember most of the moves, and I can spice it up a bit with the stuff I've learned since then.
And I've just finished
(well, mostly finished -- I still need to seam the sides of the dress and add
some decorations to the choli) the costume, so as soon as Lyndon comes back
from Wendy's with some salads, all will be right with the world.