Dreams
it was a strange one, and i want to get it down before i forget.

ok. so i was in a movie with robert downey jr. - "chris" in the movie, the blond chick who played cece on the nanny, a black chick i can't remember, a chick who looked like mary lou retton but wasn't, and some other guy who i can't remember - we were the main cast. other supporting characters were adam, niko, tammy, dominic, and yet another "chris" - more on him later.

so rdj was the main character - the center of our large circle of friends, and he royally pissed us all off, and the bulk of the movie was how he was getting back in our good graces. we all started to drift apart, and his reconnection brought us all back together. *ugh* so he bought cece these really nice antiques - some figurines by "chris novak" - in my dream - a famous figurine designer apparently, and he got the black chick a dog (cuz she was scared of living alone so she shacked up with some guy who had a kid, and then he left her and left her with the kid - and she'd been beaten down and he was empowering her - by buying her a dog), and he bought the white guy i can't remember a segway - cuz he was a messenger in san francisco (the movie was set there) but he wanted to be more - so the segway brought him to the next level - and he wore a suit when he made his deliveries. and i don't remember what rdj did for me, but i was instantly not mad at him anymore, so it must have been good.

ok so everyone gets back in sync with one another except the mary lou retton girl, and as he's going to find her in her apartment, the music is rising, and then - the credits role. and i was like. wtf? and then, we're right back into the movie. ok. so for SOME REASON, he decides that he and i are going to escort her to this party - this party in a big fancy loft thingy that's all vietnamese people. and now mary lou is vietnamese herself. so we get there, and the host is like, um, ok, um, they're coming? um. ok. but they're not vietnamese. um. ok. so we have to climb the stairs, but they aren't regular stairs, they're vietnamese stairs.

now. what is a vietnamese stair? no idea. but in my dream, it means there's a handrail and the actual stair is only one inch deep, so you have to climb on your tippy toes. and, there's noodles on the stairs that you have to scrape with the tip of your shoe and bring with you as you ascend. i don't know. this was a really weird part.

so we go in and we start having a good time - i don't know what we were doing, i just remember dream-thinking, ooo, this is fun! and then it changes from a vietnamese party to a huge dinner party with hundreds of guests. so we're at the table, and everyone leaves to go dance and i realize there's just me and this guy at the table - the other "chris". and he's good-looking, and charming, and it's making me all giddy. and we chat, and then i find out that he owns the whole building of flats that we're partying in, and his theme is that he wants to make it a place where you can go with a group of friends for dinner, and you get your own little studio to have your dinner party in. and it's a cool concept, and this guy must have money out the a$$ but i'm not really focused on that so much as on his smile and his perfect teeth. and for some reason, all i can think about is how this is the type of guy that would hit on dominic and not me. and then i flash back (in movie style) to like fifty times in the past when i was talking to a guy and he would just lose interest as soon as he saw dominic. it's a sad state of affairs when you dream that kind of shit, let me tell ya.

so then we have to part ways, as he has to go attend to some things at this huge party, and i go up to the roof to see adam and niko, and that's where tammy is, and they're all looking amazing. and then we're sitting on some balcony thing and chris comes back, but now he's with a bunch of people, and they look like his parents. but now, he's changed from a white hot guy, to a hispanic hot guy. and his family around him look like they were doing the cooking for dinner that night. and i'm like come sit by me, but he can't cuz he's with everyone, but he'll come sit in the row behind me - (maybe we were watching a sporting event - maybe a swim meet?) but the family decides they don't want to stay so they leave. BUT, i'm not gonna let that happen - so, i catch up with him while he's in the lobby waiting for his car to be brought up by valet, and i say, i'm going to be direct, here's my number, i want you to use it. and he says "i will". mmmm.

so then he has to leave, and i take the strange elevator - i say strange cuz it was like slanted. like the roof was at the top of the eiffel tower and i'm slowly climbing at an angle along one of the legs - in fact, i actually made that analogy in my dream. we might've even been on a paris rooftop when we got to the top. i can't recall. but then i'm up there, and everyone is going home and it's dark, and i turn around, and there's chris, and he says "well, i couldn't just leave" and he's walking towards me, and then the alarm goes off.

the frackin' alarm. i hate it. i desperately tried to get back to the dream, but it was no use. and so, i woke up and began my day with this REALLY vivid dream stuck in my head. it kind of reminds me of the dream i had with luca from er - very vivid, very sort of romantic comedy-esque. or the dream i had where i was a spy for japan and got caught in korea, and the crazy korean general shot me in the head and i died. another very vivid dream.

the thing i dont' like about these dreams is they leave a heavy emotional imprint on me for the rest of the day, and i almost think back to them as if they were memories, vividly recalling the emotion that went along with their plot. i can recall their associated emotions in the same way i can recall the emotion at my grandmother's funeral, or the exact minute she died, or the emotion when i was SO bad at karaoke that one time that the dj actually stopped the song in the middle - one of the most embarassing moments in my life...

aaaaaanyways..

that's enough of that. i must know deal with students. blah blah blah.

hasta.