Dreams

#1 - Friend X has created a wonderful work by combining many previous images in a new way. He has a complicated explanation for the reworking - something to do with "amorphous amber blobs" - but it has created a really amazing end result. The photos all blend into one another, kind of like a montage in a film. They start off really abstract but become progressively more clear. Towards the end, there are two or three collaborations between the two of us, in a kind of awkward embrace. The last five or six images are Friend X and his wife - she starts off in a saintly pose then becomes more aware of the camera, at the end becoming quite violent and in your face. The last frame is her face morphing from calm and serene to distorted with anger.

I somehow end up on Friend X's bed, where the last photos had taken place. There are no words, we just begin to make out furiously - it seems to last forever, the thrashing and rolling all over the bed - we remain fully clothed, but it's strangely intense. When it's over, we sit up - my mouth is bruised from such forceful kissing - and suddenly, X's wife appears at the opposite end of the bed, in a rage. I jump up, smooth out my clothes and say, "Well, that was...interesting." As I walk to the bathroom, I can hear her screaming obscenities at both myself and Friend X. Once inside, I lock the door. After a few minutes of yelling, X comes and knocks on the door, when I open it, he steps inside and re-locks it. There is some brief conversation where I reveal that even though I can "take care of myself" I worry that X's wife might "beat my ass" if she gets to where I am. He decides to sneak me out to his truck. X's wife is still screaming at him and telling him to get back inside, but he manages to get us both into the truck and onto the road. There's more conversation at this point centering around how things weren't supposed to happen this way. Fade out...

#2 - I'm working in some sort of hotel/restaurant. There is a big party happening, though I can't figure out if I'm working or attending. Everyone seems to be getting off with everyone else - L from current job meets some guy and takes him into a storage room where the three of us outside it can clearly here every very loud exclamation from within. I call her a dirty motherfucker because I know she's dating R, who is also at the party. Some time later, I'm relaying this story to a small group of people and R overhears me. He starts crying, and I apologize over and over for being so crass. I keep hugging him even though he faintly disgusts me (not a fan of L or R in real life.)

Skip forward and Nikki from Heroes is at the party, asking my advice about something. I know she also has had a brief affair with someone on this night, and for some reason, he left his pants hanging under her coat in the cloakroom. These are apricot colored trackies. o.O Anyhow, I have a luggage cart, and I put the coat and pants on it. I stroll past the table Nikki is sitting at and brightly ask if anyone is up for "pants pie." She looks really surprised, then hurt. A few minutes later, she corners me at the elevator and asks me why I did that. I feel really bad and tell her I was just trying to be funny with the whole pants pie thing, and I'm sorry if I hurt her feelings. She tells me she was really trusting me to be a friend to her and I let her down. I feel terrible and keep apologizing.

I think this is part of the same dream, though it's kind of out of place. We're in a big hall somewhere and there's a massive American sculpture about to be revealed. It's covered with a tarp, and there are lots of people gathering. I'm at the front of the crowd, on the sidelines with a friend, watching all these people coming together at the base of the statue. They're all American and there to promote this work of art by marching and singing patriotic songs as it's revealed. I see Felix there in a blue baseball cap and point him out to my friend, telling her that's my ex-husband. She seems amused. After the reveal, the march, and the singing, we're in a sort of conference room in a hotel. All of the sudden, a huge group of friends from high school break out of the crowd and head my way. I shout, "Fellow Americans!" and run to greet them. Ben (11th grade boyfriend) is there, big as ever, and I shout "Bingo!" (high school nickname) and jump up on him to give him a hug. He swings me around and we're genuinely thrilled to see each other. I chat to the others for a while, then go sit with my boyfriend, the awesomely awesome SIMON PEGG. We're all trying to think of something to do when I say, "I know! We'll watch Shaun Of The Dead!" Everyone cheers, and I yell, "Shaun Of The Dead, for the win!" (This makes me laugh. Damn Livejournal speak. In my head, I actually saw it as, "Shaun Of The Dead, FTW!" Hah.)

Simon and I go the closet of what is now apparently our house. It's chock full of movies and books and we have some trouble locating the Shaun DVD. We have this conversation.

Me: Simon. How many times have we cleaned this closet out over the last year?

Simon: Hm. A few?

Me: Maybe we should think of organizing it a little bit better?

Simon: Maybe we should pick another DVD?

Me: No! They want Shaun Of The Dead. We shall give them Shaun Of The Dead. Ah! Here it is.

Then we just stand there in the closet and make out for like, five minutes, and it's so nice and warm and cuddly, and his little beard is all scratchy in the most delicious way.

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Then I woke up and was pleased I dreamed about Simon since I love him so, and that made up for the rest of the night's madness.

ETA I had to put this in. Shaun love!