I'm totally obsessing this photo right now and if I had any graphic skills, it would be all fancied up and on my desktop. It's all about the shirt.



Photo (c) The Kennedy Family Forum. Slightly cropped to remove Joan (no offense), sharpened a bit and border slapped on.

Any Ted fans can find me at emkennedy and at edwardkennedy if you wish. Haters can stay away from there, lol!

This dream contains Ted Kennedy. Speaking of which, I wanted to get that special edition of LIFE magazine in the store but it was $13. I kept passing it up, knowing I shouldn't. I saw it on eBay and thought I'd get that eventually but now I went to check and can't find it on there. I'm hoping it's gonna be in the store, or I'm gonna kick myself for not getting it sooner. Anyway, on to the dream. Oh, and if you don't like him, then skip the lectures. :-)

I was up the street from my house with my family and some friends. We stopped in a bad area where a long stretch went between stores. Sorta like an alley. My grandmother told me to go down there for something and I went, but it looked like a lot of seedy, porn-ish places. I thought one store was a movie theatre because it had a lot of posters of movies around it, but it wasn't. I got to the end and came back. My grandmother was laughing because she sent me down there for nothing.

Behind us, across the street from the table we were sitting at, was a building with three large billboards above it. They were each different scenes of a Kennedy moment in time. My friend and I were looking at them and I pointed to the second one and said, "There's Ted Kennedy." She pointed to the first one and said he was in that one, too (this was before we realized they all had him on there). It was video footage of a bus and a bunch of people. I said it wasn't him (very old, skinny guy with glasses and beard), she said it was (and said not the one I was looking at). I kept watching, she said where he was, I said she was wrong.

I pointed to the second one again and said I liked that one better. It was footage of him giving a speech (1970s or so). The third one had Jack and Bobby with him (younger). Then I turned and said, "I like THAT one!" as I pointed to the older Ted across from us at the table and he smiled cos he was amused. My friend dared me to throw my trash (from our food) away in the trash can by him. I went over and stood there, he was standing and leaning on the table. He had a long black coat on (woo) and I said,"Can I get to that trash can, please?" He said sure and stepped back so I could get to it (small can). My friend was impressed. Ted talked to me (forget what he said) and we got along well. Then I woke up.

These two dreams feature Alfred Molina and Anthony Hopkins.

001. I was with a girl who was my best friend. We were on a beach and I was waiting for Alfred to come down the stairs to the sand area. There was a movie thing going on where the cast of Nothing Like The Holidays would all come down the steps when their names were called. My friend told me to give up but then they said Alfred's name and he came down. He sat at the desk in front of my friend (she was on my right). We were in a school class. I kept looking at Alfred and he knew I was there but was ignoring me. He came behind me and leaned close to my friend and asked, "Would you like to come back to my place?" I shouted, "You're married!" before she could even reply. He looked at me and said, "Lisa! I've been married for _____ years and the last 2 or 3 have been bad!" I reminded him again that he was still married and told him to get a divorce or something, then. He asked my friend, "If I were single and free, would you be interested?" I said, "NO!" and she agreed with me. He sat back down and wasn't at all happy that I butted in. I was thinking my friend would go behind my back and date him, but she said she wouldn't because she had done it to me once before and knew better.

Alfred ended up taking over the class and he put us all in groups. He separated these two guy friends of ours from us and they had to sit far away. My friend and I were still in the same group along with another girl. We had to pick a topic (item or service) and re-market it (make changes to it and improve it). I picked a pen or something and was sitting there in a daze. My friend and the girl were talking to me and I said I wasn't in the mood to do this and would just take a failing grade. Then I said I couldn't because it was a group project. Alfred was purposely trying to push my buttons to get back at me. I switched my item to mailboxes and thought how I could improve them. Then I was walking down a store aisle right by there. My grandmother was with me and I asked her if she knew who Alfred was while pointing him out. She said she knew. I think I grumbled about him being a jerk and he saw me doing it.

002. I was at a long table and Anthony Hopkins (1970s-1980s or so) was there with a briefcase bag and a cigarette in an ashtray. He was packing up his belongings and I went over and took his ciggy. He said something about the pack of cigs he had and how I took his and I said I didn't care. I smoked it in front of him. Then I walked away and was in a mall.

Strange but decent dreams. Nothing too weird, at least.

I had a bunch of dreams last night. They featured Anthony Hopkins, Don Johnson, Elton John, Boy George, Hugh Laurie and William Shatner.

( 001. I was in my basement and a young William Shatner was there as  )

( 002. I was somewhere by a Halloween ride. I went on it and then waited on the bench for my mom to ride it. There was a guy on my left and Boy George was on my right. )

( 003. In a library, I saw Anthony Hopkins walking by. I started following (I think he knew me). )

These dreams contain appearances by Terry Jones, Michael Palin and.... yes, once again, Jeffrey Tambor. *sigh*

001. I was in a small western-style town complete with cowboys and such. The road was made of dirt and there was a bar in the centre. I saw they had a soda machine, which was odd since this was LONG ago before those were even invented. I ordered Root Beer, but the guy put fizzy water in it too and it tasted like crap. I was friends with a guy and tried to get him to hook me up with a gun because I didn't have one. He ended up fighting some other guy and burning his house down, so he went to jail and he let me keep his knife and gun while he was away.

I remember someone finding out that I was from the future (present) and he told me to be careful or I'd blow my cover. I went into a library and found the guy. It was Michael Palin and he was sitting at a computer. He was young (Python days) and I sat down and asked, "Where is he?" Michael didn't wanna tell me because it would jeopardize the time-traveling. I said I would tell everyone where he was from (future) and he gave in and looked across the room. I looked through a crowd of library people and saw a 1980s-era Terry Jones laughing at one of the desks. Michael said something about letting it go but I ignored him and went over to Terry. He was sitting in this long lounge-chair thing with red cushions. I sat down and asked if he would give me another chance but he didn't say anything. I said, "So that's a 'no' then?" I got up to leave and he grabbed my arm and sat be back down. Then we made out, lol! The three of us were time-travelers and I guess I had dumped Terry and they went there to forget about me, not expecting me to show up. Heh.

002. I left my house with a guy about 18 or so and we went to get into a car to go save someone in a house somewhere. Spy stuff, I guess. I found a little dog and was trying to read his tag to see where he was from. I put him in the car and we couldn't find the phone number to call his owner, so we drove to the place and it was a big warehouse thing. There was a girl in the backseat with us, now. I told the guy to drive away fast because the guy who owned the dog had abused him and hurt his back leg. But now the dog was a young boy and the "owner" came out chasing us. He had his arm in the car door window and then I was driving. The car ran weird and as I drove away, we ended up driving around (the car was now gone and it was more like watching a video game from the driver's perspective) inside a big apartment from room to room. We stopped in the kitchen and were all standing there.

A woman (housekeeper?) was standing there in an apron and there was food on the stove. She didn't speak English very well and said something, but I didn't understand her. Then Jeffrey Tambor (ug) walks in, I make a loud groan, and he stirs the diced potatoes boiling in the pot on the stove. He got a spoonful and insisted I try them. I made a fuss but he didn't give up, so I tried them. Supposedly he knew how to help us, but we'd have to eat his taters before he told us anything.

I woke up after that. Thank goodness.

(Haha, song playing when I typed this.)

This dream contains Graham Chapman, Gary Shandling (ug), Jeffrey Tambor (ug x2) and Dana Carvey, as well as some just plain bizarre stuff that shouldn't be in my dreams at all.

( 001. I don't know why, but a lot of my dreams turn a store into a living area. This was one of those times. I was in a large store with an old friend and she had a baby with her. We were talking in this room off to the side and at some point, she told me that Graham Chapman.... )

Yes, I do think that was the most disturbing Jeffrey dream I have ever had.

( 002. I was attacked by a tiger, I locked it in a closet, it tore up my photo albums, the boat we were on started to sink, my friend panicked, I said it was just a studio ocean.... )

I think I need a break from dreaming.

As I finished this post, Yusuf's "Dream On (Until)" song came on. Hm.

These dreams feature John Larroquette, Kirstie Alley and Anthony Hopkins, as well as a creepy metal warehouse with a monster.

( 001. I was in a store with my mom and I think she left because I was hanging around with some actresses who were starring in a production of.... )

( 002. On my way to the cool bar while hiding out with fugitive Hannibal Lecter.... )

I wonder about my dreams some times. :-D

I wish I could find more to do on LJ. I did however manage to put up a new layout on alfredmolina (which matches this one) and I put a new layout on the Alfred Molina forum. Still working on getting members for both those.

This dream contains drug references, Hugh Laurie as House, and Dudley Moore.

I started off in "my" room at a desk (my parents were in the other room and wanted me to clean out my desk) and found a book of photos of Dudley that I wanted to scan and get enlarged. Some of them were of him smiling at the camera, others were more candid. One was a wedding cake shaped like a piano and he was playing it and people were dancing on the top (as the dance floor). It was a HUGE cake.

Then I was in a green field with some friends. Then I was down in a small ditch area with a little stream, trees, etc. Dudley ("Arthur" era) was across the stream, laying on the bank and saying dialogue as if he were in a movie. I listened from a large rock and was holding a small tree. It was one of those dreams where you're already filled in with everything. I wanted to ask him something but waited until he was done talking (he started again but I interrupted him, oops). I asked, "Is this the movie where you hold the little tree and it bends and you end up on the other side of the stream?" and he said, "Yeah, it is." I didn't expect him to stop the movie to explain it out of character, but it was cool when he did. In my mind I could see him holding this little tree and it starts bending and he doesn't let go, so he gets a free ride down to the other side of the stream. Funny if you could see it.

Then he says he wants to show me something and I sat on the rock while he crossed the stream. He reach down into the water and I said he better not be gonna show me the spider beetle thing I saw in there. He picked up a crayfish and held it up and I told him to get it away, so he did. Then we were standing on the rock and there was a target across the stream. A couple girls showed up and we had a contest. We had a large bow and put it on the rock, then used a twig as an arrow and shot it across to the target (a tree?). I went first and did well. Then I went again and had a bent stick so that didn't work too well. Dudley went but he was having a problem and didn't wanna do it. He didn't have a shirt on and I was "petting" (lol) him. I told him to hurry up and do it so we could go in the house. He asked, "What would we do in there?" in a low, sexy voice. I said, "Anything you want me to do." So he took his turn.

Of course (!), the dream skipped and I was House (why?). I got shot or hit or something and had to go into this nearby building and lay in a bed on the floor. The other people from the show were there and Foreman was in the bed beside me (but he got a real bed). The others left and I (as House) decided to make out with Foreman! But he was a woman with long curly hair. So we started messing around and the others walked in. I flew back and crashed into the wall, pretended I was disoriented from the accident and didn't know what I was doing. Then I wasn't him and he was sitting out front. I left and took a truck, sped around the parking lot, picked up a girl who needed a ride. I was a guy and there were two girls in the back seat getting high, but I didn't want them there.

I sped off and gave House the finger (haha) and went up a little alley between the building, parked in some little fix-it station hall, cans fell off the shelf onto the hood. I got out and told the guy there to take a break. He worked for me. The girl and I went into my little office with the blue door. Sat at a messy table. I had weed and cocaine rocks (a whole section of the wall was made of tiny coke rocks). I got out a bong and took a hit, then let the girl have some but she didn't know how and she was drinking the bong water, lol! I cut up some coke and it got messed up so I cut some more, grabbed a straw and snorted it. Then my mom comes in with the vacuum and vacuums up some old rocks on the floor, but I didn't care cos I could afford more and had plenty. She left and I put a padlock on the door (pointless since she knew what I was doing in there).

Then I woke up. Weird.

Okay, so this has to be one of the weirdest dreams I've had lately. I dunno if it's because I'm sick and just not sleeping well or what, but....

I was in a store with my mom and some friends. There was a big incident involving some gang members and one of them was revealed to be the main suspect, but I knew the truth. I whispered to my mom that "That guy he's talking to" was the one who lead the gang and who initiated the whole thing. The guy, of course, was Jeffrey Tambor (Why? Whyyyyy?) and I don't even think I was thinking who he really was. It was more like a character in a realistic situation.

I went over and told Jeffrey I knew he was responsible and that I knew everything (I'm so smart). He threatened me. There was a scuffle, I think a weapon (knife?) was involved and he almost had me, but I got the upper hand and my friends backed me up cos the next thing I know, I'm still in the store (I think my mom left) with my friends and we were guards or cops in charge of transporting Jeffrey to prison, but we had to camp out and trek through the snow there. Basically, in the store, no roof, sheltered, but snow all around us.

Now Jeffrey was tied to a soft lounge chair and I was starting to feel sorry for him. He wanted to go out and sled in the snow one last time before going to prison. I don't know why I cared so much cos I really don't like him (which is hard to believe since he won't stay out of my dreams!), but I said I would take him outside as long as he didn't try anything. He gave me his word and I believe him (again, I'm so smart). I figured he couldn't run far, anyway.

One of my friends started hooking up the chair to some rope or chains and I said I would take him outside on my own. The guy said I wouldn't be able to pull the chair. I started wondering why guys were so much stronger than girls, lol! I said I could handle it and gave it a shot. It WAS a bit too heavy, so I decided to try something else.

Things got weird(er) and Jeffrey was a flat piece of ice shaped like a dog (see?) and I was trying to move the plate he was on, but it shifted and the ice pieces got all out of line. I said I could fix it, but realized I couldn't ever put him back together. Then he was okay again, and I woke up.

Wha-?

I had two weird dreams, last night (or today). Before I went to bed, I was watching that Shaq vs. Micheal Phelps show.

#1: I was hanging out at the "whore bar" (the one where you can name a celeb and get to get a room upstairs with them). I haven't been there since Dudley (in my dream) went off to do a tour, then he came back but went back on tour, again. I got tired of waiting in the crowd for my turn so I left. Dudley was outside with luggage and I ran up to him and kissed him. He went to another bar and was looking for some girl so I got mad. We ended up back in the bank parking lot (our apt. is in the bank somewhere, but I've yet to get in there). He said he flooded his hotel room and ruined the girl's dress (that was in some show I was watching the other week) and he bought her a new one. I said I didn't see a dress and he said it got ruined. Then he had a dress frame around him and turned to show me his suit was wet in the back. So I believed him. But then there were groups of people chasing me and they all had the bad flu and were throwing up. I ran up the road and tried to convince them to go elsewhere. I tricked them long enough to get in a car and start driving. Michael Phelps showed up and clung to the car, wanting to get in with me, but he was getting sick and I said no way. He held on. I rolled the side window up and the windshield (where he was) went down and vice versa, so I had to time that just right so I didn't get barfed on. Down the road, I realized the car wouldn't stop, so I jumped out and ran through some yards. Ran into John Larroquette who said he was sick (just to get me to go away when I saw who he was) and some guy came to help him. I ran away, saw John wasn't really sick, was mad and then woke up.

#2: This one happened first, I think. I was near my house and my dad got me (illegal) access to this huge toy display people weren't allowed to go into. Then he turned into an older Dudley and I had a handful of signed photographs from him. A woman caught us and we took off running down a hall, I found a square opening in the wall and knew we had to go in and slide down the chute. I went first, he asked if I thought it was safe and asked something about "You'd go first just for me?" and off we went. We ended up in a small room talking about the photos and he was looking over the text on one of them with a pen. I was sure he was gonna write over it and ruin it, but he didn't. Some guy came in and I asked if he minded (as in "go away") and he had a gun, so we sat down and I talked to him. He was sad about things and I said I understood and it was okay. I hugged him. It was a touching moment. I think he was neglected in life and had no friends. Some other people wandered in and sat down, we were held hostage by the guy. He put something in the light bulb above us and it was set to explode and kill us all. I said I didn't care and he was shocked by that. There was a door to the right where Dudley (walking around behind me) and I came in, and then a door on the left where Jeffrey Tambor (good grief) was sitting. I looked over Jeffrey and he saw me looking so I looked away. Then my dream made me look back over at him and when he saw me, I looked him up and down as if I wanted him (!) and he winked and smiled. Dudley saw and was mad. (My dreams can be so cruel!) The bulb timer went off and nothing happened. It was a dud (ha!) and the guy was kind of bothered but relieved. Then I woke up.

Weirdness.

I miss the days when LJ was bouncing with busyness and things were spiffy. I just look in the wrong spots. I need a new identity. Not a new username, but a new identity so people won't be like, "Oh, it's her, again."

Someone is making a rather annoying sound outside. No idea what it is but it's bothersome. Sounds like a cross between a dog howling and a fire truck siren.

I'm in the process of working on my Alfred Molina site (bringing it back online after a couple years of being offline). I spent hours last night sorting the photos. I still think I shouldn't bother. But I'm bored and I'm hoping I'll have more fun with it once I'm all caught up. After Wordpress and Coppermine and IconSort and whatever else is installed. So much to do. The layout is done and I'm waiting to mess with the pages until I get the URL and can preview stuff a bit better.

I worked ten hours straight on last Saturday. So much painting and moving of furniture. Looks nice, though.

I think I'll go play with my Perler beads.

So I've been in a big Doc Ock mood, lately. Go figure. I spent the other night making an Ock thingy out of Perler beads. He was so hard to iron. Came out pretty decent for my first (and only, lol) try (and without using a pattern).

So I had a dream that I was with a friend and her family decided to stop in the middle of a road between corn fields and go talk to the inhabitants there (whom we knew were zombie-ish folk). My friend and I knew better so we stayed in the van and locked the doors (one wouldn't shut at first, but eventually did). I suggested we leave them and drive away and she agreed, so I did. Then I find myself in a less-scary field by some little stores, walking around and eventually following Beethoven (who was in fact Gary Oldman AS Beethoven, but still). The field turned into a cemetery and I found Beethoven's grave. Huge tombstone that went well over my head. I kissed it and thought the woman there visiting it would think I was weird for doing so. I left and the dream continued with other stuff.

I got up today and was watching a movie called "Elephant" (interesting camera work and all, about a day in high school and two boys who go in with guns and shoot people for fun....stupid ending). The one guy, a few minutes after I turned it on, was playing Beethoven's "Fur Elise" and then "Moonlight Sonata."

Hours later, my mom turns on the same movie, at that same spot.

Minutes after that, I'm in my room flipping through the TV grid to see what's on, checked out what episode of "Gilmore Girls" was on and it was the episode called, "Nick & Nora/Sid & Nancy." Odd because Gary Oldman played Sid Vicious in the 80's movie "Sid & Nancy" (which rules).

I do remember the other week looking at my one Beethoven hits CD and remembering how the cover has not Beethoven, but Gary as Beethoven. Guess they put it out around the time "Immortal Beloved" was out (excellent movie).

I also had a dream I was in my supposed-home cleaning up a big room with my parents and I'd open the patio doors to the view of the beach and say how I missed that. I'm always dreaming we're in California on vacation. I could hear the ocean (which in fact was my wind sound playing on my alarm clock). My mom said to just close my eyes and pretend I was on the beach even though I wasn't. But it seemed so real and I was waiting for it to go away. I even went out into the sand and stepped in the water and said it was hot (because it wasn't really water).

And the night before I dreamed I was on the beach at night with some friends and I said we should play vampire. They didn't want to, so I was the only one and just started scaring everyone with my fangs, hehe! Good times.

EDIT: Just turned on "The Lost Tapes" and it picked up from where I had it on the last time I watched. The scene with Dudley playing Beethoven's "9th Symphony."

My mom and I were on our way to Wal-Mart on a woodsy road where big houses are now crammed into all the land spots and we saw a turtle in the road. I was jumping out of the car before she was even stopped. The guy behind us stopped and put his flashers on so traffic wouldn't run over us. My mom said to put the turtle in the box in the back of the car. Years ago, I totally would have. Every time I've had a turtle, it got away. Some times they pass through the yard. Our neighbour kid had one and keeps it in the house and then lets it in the garden to eat bugs and stuff. But I'm a lot different than I used to be and knew it would be better in the woods, so I carried him over and looked for a good spot where he could make his way into the woods where there was water. He came out of his shell as I carried him and I held his little back, right foot. He was so cool (temperature-wise) even though it's 90-some degrees out. The guy in the car behind us drove by and waved to my mom as if to say thanks for moving it. We think he was gonna move him out of the road if we hadn't. She waved back, I told the turtle to go into the woods and went back to the car. The rest of the day I've been saying, "I had a turtle." I'm glad I set him free, though. Hope he stays out of the roads and does well.

It's weird because my mom and I were gonna go to another Wal-Mart we rarely go to, and she asked twice, but I said no sense driving out of the way to go. We went to one and they didn't have some stuff we needed, so we went to another and that's how we found the turtle, on the way to that one. Fate. :-)

Our swallowtail caterpillar is getting big. he's over an inch long, now. Wish I could see him change into a butterfly.

I had such a weird, violent dream, last night. Before I get into that, I realized why there has been lack of Dudley in my dreams lately. A while back I posted a dream where I went to the cool bar with him and he said he had to go away for 3 weeks (I think it was?) for a piano tour. Well my mind remembered that and that's why I can't find him anywhere in my dreams. I mean he's been here and there, but in the sense that we don't know each other. The continuation dreams where we DO know each other aren't working since he's away on tour, lol!

Okay, so here's the other one I had last night. Prepare yourselves. :-)

I was in a fancy house, in a smallish room with a sofa and this guy was walking by carrying a woman who was unconscious. Then he'd walk by with another. Apparently he was having his way with them when they were knocked out. I found out there was a bunch of jail cells in the basement of the house full of girls. This one guy found out and decided to punish the bad guy for it. So he cut off his fingertip. Someone other guy was there helping the good guy and he was writing on the wall with the fingertip. It had a long bone coming out of the end. I told the good guy that I believed in what he was doing, but the fingertip made me queasy and I couldn't touch it. I went into the next room and there was a sofa, chair, table, etc. Another bad guy showed up and the good guy lead him to the other room and I shut the double doors so I wouldn't hear the torture I knew was gonna happen. I didn't hear anything until the good guy said, "That's one eye out," or something like that. I yelled in that it was enough and he shouldn't take out the other one.

A woman came into the room I was in and she explained to me that her father owned the house and made her go along with everything. So I felt kinda bad for her. The good guy came out and I told him not to hurt her. He shot her in the face and she fell, but was still alive. I told him to shoot her again so she wouldn't suffer. he shot her in the stomach. I was sitting on the floor by the chair and the bullet ricocheted around the room and hit my leg, but wasn't going fast enough to hurt (at least he asked if I was okay). Then he was gonna shoot himself in the head and I told him to go in the other room and do it so the bullet wouldn't hit me or the little brown dog (min pin?) that came in with the woman. He went in the other room, I shut the double doors and then the second set of double doors.

The woman was still alive. She only had a hole in his cheek and said she had her period and that's how she fooled him into thinking the stomach wound killed her. There was a Rottweiler dog running around that I wanted to take with me (even decided not to escape out the window cos I couldn't take the dogs with me that way) but it went back in the other room and I didn't wanna go in there after it. We went into the hall and the guy came out with the gun. I wrestled him to the floor and took the gun. I told him I backed him up on the other two cases, but this woman wasn't at fault, so I shot him and pretended the gun was empty (in case he was faking it). The woman got close and I told her to be careful. The bathroom had water on the floor and she went in and said he would be alive for a few years. She was gonna torture him somehow and make him live for a while before he died. I told her we didn't have time for that and we ran to the kitchen with the dog. She couldn't remember where the silverware was and I found the drawer and got out a big knife for her and I took two.

Another woman came in after us and we both slit her throat at the same time, but not before she dropped a knife on the dog's head and he was bleeding a bit but seemed okay. She was dead and I said we had to get the dog to the hospital. We went outside to get in the car and she freaked over a rat in a bag in the back seat where we put the dog. I went to get rid of the bag and then asked if it was a toy rat, she said yeah and I picked up the bag and toys that fell and put them in the car (they were the dog's and I didn't wanna leave them behind). The woman drove and while we were on a busy road, she started speeding up and swerving into the wrong lane. She stuck her neck out and I didn't get why. Eventually I knew I'd have to kill her before she killed the dog and me. I threatened to slit her throat and she said to do it and said she was waiting for me to finally get the hint. I did it but she was still alive. I stabbed her repeatedly in the neck until her head fell over and hung out the window. I felt bad for people who drove by and had to see that.

I stopped the car and got out, flagged down some cops and they surrounded me. I put down the knife and one of the cops started talking about how they caught me and said I was the woman who locked women up in cells in her house, etc. I said that wasn't me and they showed me a photo of the woman. I said I had just killed her and she's in the car, but they didn't listen. I told them to ask some strangers if they've ever seen the person in the photo before and not to ask if she looks like me. They asked two guys and they looked at the photo and said they never saw her, but then looked at me and said, "Oh," and whispered to the cops. I was gonna be arrested and sent to jail (7 years, I think).

The dream skipped ahead and I was home with the dog and he was a little scared of being in the house with my two dogs. We tried getting him to eat some dog biscuits (I didn't know what his old food was) and I went upstairs to get my ratty's kitty cube so he could hide in it and feel safe, but it kept falling down and wouldn't stay upright. Then I woke up.

I don't know where these dreams come from, but wow. Sounds like a LifeTime channel movie!

So I finally managed to get into Dudley's house in my dream. Had to push by his mother and she said she would look for him. I said I knew he was there. She looked in the study and I noticed it was way different than it used to be. More like a small closet now. I went upstairs, she said not to, I looked in this one room I remembered from before when he was in there. It was a long room with a record player on the table on one end, and a bench thing on the other where you could just sit and listen to music. I asked what happened to the room and she said he changed it and liked it better this way. Seemed odd. Then I woke up. Grr!

The other day, I had a dream I went to my bar and I long ago made Dudley (originally Arthur) live in the house behind it. Lately, his mother wouldn't let me see him (Arthur) cos she didn't think I was good enough. They were gonna move, but decided to stay. I went there the other night and he wasn't there. So I went across the street and had a friend do some detective work and find out where he really was. I thought how I'd have to go back there in the next dream and see what he finds out, lol!

So last night, I went there and forgot to ask the guy, but I went to Dudley's house and his sister (little girl about 8 or so) answered and said he was away. I said he'd been away for 3 weeks. She didn't know where he was. Later, I went back and his mother answered. I told her that if she didn't let me see him, I'd tell her husband about her secret (she was cheating on him). She said to hold on and went inside. I waited in the doorway thinking she was gonna get him and he'd come walking out. Of course he didn't.

I WILL get to the bottom of this.

*grin*

So I had two mall dreams, last night. The first was in a mall that I don't own but am familiar with. It's a darker, busier mall. I couldn't even say where any of the stores are. I was in the end store with some friends and we were gonna play Silence of the Lambs. I was supposed to be Lecter but doing a bad job of it. So I went out into the main area and the real Lecter was walking towards me. We walked through each other and merged. I became him. :-D I had the voice down and everything. Then Anthony Hopkins was there (not as Lecter, but as himself) and he was playing the guard so I bit his face. Then he was playing the 2nd guard and I bit him, too. It was sorta gross, but it was impressing my friends, lol! Then he's sitting there (regular) and I'm sitting there, and my friend is sitting there. She delivered some lines and I was supposed to say something in my Lecter voice, but was so nervous having Tony sitting there beside me that I messed up and started laughing. I said I couldn't do it with him there and he laughed. It was fun.

The next dream, I'm in my own mall and my parents went upstairs to an end store. I told them to wait up, they didn't, waved from the top and left me. So I enjoyed watching two guys playing two pianos at a fancy gathering which was someone's birthday party or something. I decided to go to the main lobby (opening in the middle of the mall) where the pianos are so *I* could play. Some guy was playing the cool one, so I pushed him aside and played a bit. I tested out some other pianos, went down a hall by the entrance to show off for the piano store guy (reading his paper and having his lunch) hoping he'd offer me a job. Then back to the lobby where I sat and watched as Dudley (older, but no glasses) came in and sat at a piano to watch a guy play. Some girl (familiar from school?) was being all sweet and welcoming to Dudley and it made me jealous. I sat quietly in my chair against the wall and even played a bit, but was too shy to do much. While the guy played, Dudley was nodding and swaying to the music and looked really into it. Then someone was at the entrance doing yard work (okay?) and the girl and I got mad cos it was distracting Dudley. We went to yell at the guy and he left. We went back to sit and told everyone that Dudley's driver had pulled his Arthur car around to the entrance and how cool it was. Dudley said he was on vacation and had to get back home, said sorry for the short visit but said he had a great time. He was smiling and happy, but we all knew he would never come back for another visit (being near the end of his life and all) and were sad about it. I watched as he shook hands with the girl and thanked her for everything. I wanted to walk him to his car, but knew that would be weird for some reason. I was so jealous and feeling left out. Then he walked towards me, took my hand and said, "I have something for *you*" and bent down to kiss my cheek. He smiled and I knew that he favoured me over the girl and he knew I had felt overlooked, but he showed how he appreciated me at that moment. It was such a cool feeling.

I woke up still hearing his words in my head and feeling so special. *sigh*

My dreams can be so mean to me. Grr!

I had one last night where I was near my house and my dogs were running loose. I was trying to call them and the next thing I know, I'm in a car with Dudley (he's driving and looked like around late 1970's) and we're going towards my house (leaving Peter behind on the road, haha). We drove by some young girls by the road and he was staring so I got mad about it (since we were together). I yelled and then we didn't talk. I decided it was a waste not talking to him, so I looked over and he looked all sweet and I said I was sorry. I forget in what order, but I said I shouldn't have been so upset about it, he said he was sorry, I said he was only human, he said he still shouldn't have looked. We had turned and were going away from the house then, I asked why he didn't just go that way before instead of going one way only to turn around and go the other down the next street. He said it was the scenic route.

We eventually pulled into a parking lot where we worked and parked. Some guy pulled in and Dudley was happy to see him, announcing his arrival and all. The guy came over by Dudley's side of the car (now a truck) and they chatted....and flirted. I got mad again when I realized they had been messing around behind my back. I got out of the car and walked down the road. Dudley didn't try to stop me cos he knew he couldn't explain and he really liked the guy. I saw Paul McCartney (who lives on that street in my dream) sitting on a swing bench, talking on the phone, covered up in a blanket and soaking wet from the rain (which was only in his yard). He was upset about something. I wanted to go talk to him, but decided it might not even be him. My friend showed up and I said he does live on that street, but I wasn't sure. I left my friend and went back to Dudley, told him I was sorry (again) and said he should have just been honest with me and I wouldn't have minded if he had a fling with a guy as long as I was there (haha!). I got in on his side and made him scoot over so I could drive (at one point, the dream skipped around to where he got out and I was still mad, got in the truck and started it without the keys because he thought I couldn't since he had them). Then he was a girl (my friend) and she was falling asleep. There was a cat trying to attack us and we couldn't wind up her window. It got in the back of the truck, then managed to get into the window even while holding a pillow and blanket up to block it (the girl did a crappy job of it).

Next I'm in a house with my friend and there was a room with two brothers. I took one of them to my room to get even with Dudley for cheating on me and my friend barges in needing a light for her ciggy. She asked me to light her joint so I did that and smoked it until it fell apart (it was small to begin with). I told her I was "busy" and she finally left.

So. Alone time with Dudley and he ends up looking at other girls and cheating on me with a guy. Lovely.