Celebrity Visit: Dwayne Johnson

I didn't get much sleep last night, but in the little bit that I managed, Dwayne Johnson AKA The Rock AKA The Most Charming Smile on Earth visited me. I was teaching a math/finance class and handing out practice problems. Dwayne came down to the front of the classroom to get the practice problems from me. He was in some sort of gladiator get up. We had a brief conversation. That smile just melts me.

Celebrity Visit

Last night as I was falling asleep I was thinking that I hadn't had a celebrity visit in along time. I was really hoping for Anson Mount as Cullen Bohannon.

This morning I was dreaming about Mike Rowe. He had some kind of outdoor excursion business. We were on a bus on our way to some sort of adventure and he was our guide.

Celebrity Visits

This week I have had a couple of celebrity visits.  In one dream I was in a shop and I saw a man in a striped/plaid fedora walking by with a guitar.  I thought--hmmm, what are the odds that Elvis is walking by?  I rushed out of the store to get a look at the guy and yep, it was Elvis Costello himself.

Last night I dreamt about Neil Patrick Harris.  I was at a movie theater downtown with a friend and we kept changing seats/movies.  I can't remember what we went there to see, but we ended up in front of a screen showing Fright Night.  I was sitting two seats down from Harris and he was so foul mouthed and crude!  He was saying really gross things to the girl sitting between us.

Well, that's it. Pure sightings.  Nothing sexy.

Celebrity Visits

So far this week has been a week of celebrity visits.  On Sunday night I dreamt about Sherlock Holmes.  I stole his backpack and left him mine.  I was trying to stay ahead of him.  When he caught up to me I tried to convince him to sleep with me.  I told him it would only be sex because I knew he'd never love me the way he loved Irene Adler.  I don't think I was able to convince him that a romp would be good for him.

Last night I ran into Kevin Bacon, who was a teacher.  He called a girl up to the front of the class to check her oral hygiene (by kissing her) and see if her kissing had improved.  I walked out of the room.

Odd visits.  I'm not a huge fan of either of these two guys, and actually, I don't find either one attractive.

Celebrity Visit

I haven't posted a celebrity sighting in a long time. Last night I had a lot of very vivid dreams. In one dream I had the habit of grabbing a guy's junk--especially when we were going down the stairs. Odd, I know. In the dream I had 4 or 5 guy friends who knew it was just something flirtatious that I did all the time and they were fine with it. One guy thought that my crotch-grab was a come-on. I had to explain to him that it was no such thing. Then a little later (after I had grabbed him again I presume) he really tried to put the moves on me--I'll spare you the details.  When I rebuffed him again he told me that he didn't like me grabbing his junk, and neither did Colbert. That's right, Stephen Colbert. Apparently I grabbed his junk on a regular basis. Stephen walked by, but didn't say anything. I had a whole argument with the guy that if Colbert didn't like it, he should tell me himself. Then I had an argument with myself about whether I should be grabbing Colbert since he was married. Such an odd dream--where I liked to grab guys's junk--including Colbert's.

Unfinished Nightmare

I have recurring nightmares. The one I keep having recently is a variation on the math/school dream. I dream that I'm one class away from finishing something. Like my medical degree, and if I don't pass, then I can't graduate. Sometimes I find out that I never graduated from high school or college, despite the fact that I finished medical school. Last night I dreamt that I had never finished high school. Going back to finish high school--that's a nightmare. And who cares....no one ever asks to see your high school diploma. I'm not sure why I feel the need to go back and finish. I have no idea why I'm so worried that I might fail the class.

This is all probably related to the fact that I don't finish a lot of things. And deep down that does bother me. But high school? I did finish that, and way more. In real life I'd never go back to high school, missing diploma or not.

Nightmares

Yesterday I watched a David Attenborough show on deep sea creatures and it gave me nightmares. The animals that live at the bottom of the ocean are scary. I was dreaming about mollusk covered train cars and three-fanged worms. The angler fish was crazy icky. I'm surprised I didn't see any of them in my nightmares.

I Failed!

I often have nightmares that if I fail a test or a class I won't get my diploma or degree. I'm always one class short. Well, I really did fail a test this week. Ross and I went rock climbing, and we had to take a belay test. I failed miserably. Not a big deal though. I practiced and I'm confident that I'll pass next time.

I also failed at crochet. I don't crochet. I don't really know how. I tried two times to crochet a simple single crochet border on the hat I just knitted. It was awful. It turned the hat into a poofy old-school motorcycle helmet. I think my tension was too tight. Something was definitely wrong. It didn't look anything like the photo. I gave up and decided to skip the border and then I failed twice (at least) to pin the lining in so that I could sew it. I think I figured that one out and I'll try again tonight or tomorrow.

My third failure is heartbreaking. I failed my orchid. Priscilla is dead. Last night the only green leaves left cracked and fell over while we were talking about how rapidly the leaves had gone brown. I killed her. Penny is still fine, yet I have no idea if she'll ever flower again....

Dreaming of Black Ops

I was looking through a fashion magazine while Ross was playing Call of Duty Black Ops. That made for some interesting dreams. I dreamt I was playing Black Ops and getting jewelry and other accessories as prizes for kill streaks (instead of spy planes and turrets). I was playing Fashion Black Ops. Somehow that transformed into Interior Design Black Ops. I was getting furniture as prizes in my crates and using hacker pro to turn the couch into a love seat. Very funny. Who wants a SAM turret when you can get a great handbag? Ha!

How Could I Forget?

One of my recurrent nightmares involves driving. In the most common one I am driving from the passenger seat or back seat. Then, something happens (usually involving flashing lights) and I'm desperately trying to get into the front driver's seat. Sometimes I can't reach the brake pedal from the back seat. I haven't had this one in a while, so maybe that's why I forgot to list it. The funny thing is that I'm usually doing just fine until I see the lights in the rear view mirror.

Recurrent Nightmares

My recurring nightmares fall into one of a few categories:

1. The Math Dream: These are themes on a variation. School dreams. I can't remember my locker combination or I can't find my class or book. A lot of times I can't remember my class schedule. Sometimes I find out I've been enrolled in a class that I've never been to and I have a test coming up. If I don't pass the class I won't graduate.

2. The Naked Dream: The nightmares are where I am partially naked. Usually I find myself topless and I'm trying to cover up. When I'm totally naked I'm not bothered at all. I act like it is totally normal to walk around naked, and everyone else is bothered.

3. The Bus Dream: I'm lost, or late, and I'm tryingto find my way somewhere. I don't know the bus routes, or I get off the bus and end up walking forever. These dreams usually take place in an alternate dream-version of Austin. These are sometimes combined with the Math Dream.

4. The Screaming Dream: I'm not screaming because I'm frightened, I'm screaming cause I'm really pissed off. Usually I get into an argument with someone and then I just end up screaming at them at the top of my lungs. Sometimes I get violent. These dreams are the worst because I wake up feeling emotionally drained.

Celebrity Visits

It has been a week full of celebrity visits. The other night I was cheating on Ross with Daniel Craig. Not bad. The next night I dreamt that I saw Dolly Parton wearing a very tight blue dress. She was looking at a car that she wanted to buy. Last night my boyfriend was John Oliver. Ha! I wonder who will visit tonight.

Sweet Dreams

It's only been a couple of days, and last night I was dreaming about cookies and cake. The last couple of years we have gone to Logan's Roadhouse to celebrate the end of Passover. Ah--hot, soft, yeast rolls with lots of butter! I think we'll drive up to York, PA to do that again this year. And I'm going to have to find some cake somewhere too.

Celebrity Sightings

The other night Ross had a rather interesting dream about Stan Lee, David Duchovny, and Tea Leoni. It involved a strip club! I had a celebrity visit last week also, but I forget who it was.

Last night I dreamt I was going to yoga with Madonna. Her two kids (who were both boys) were being total brats. They were telling Madonna that her teeth were ugly (yellow and grey), and everyone was gossipping about her. Madonna was upset, and I decided to head to yoga without her.

On another note. I didn't get up early today, but I did make it to the gym for my lift class.