Tuesday, May 12, 2015

I dreamt I was on a cruise ship, possibly with a stop in Hawaii. Sara was there, some friends too. David Lee Roth was aboard. I looked around for guitar picks for him to sign—for some reason. Then he shaved my head, but did a terrible job. My scalp was patchy, and even had clumps of long hair in places, like white-boy dreadlocks. I perceived his poor job as a personal slight, an indication that he didn’t consider me cool. I challenged him to a game of pool, telling him, “I’ll kick your ass.” Soon we were playing, but of course as this was a dream the balls were different sizes and there were all kinds of weird objects on the table, in the way of my shots. Then I was sitting in a circle with Meryl Streep and some others. We had all acted with her, and were gathered around her somewhat reverently. Later, my mom got off the boat with us (with me and Sara), and accompanied us home.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

I dreamt I was wearing an orange shirt. I wasn’t sure if it looked good on me. I saw myself in the mirror, but from a distance. Seemed OK. I was wearing jeans and the match was good.

Sunday, May 03, 2015

Dream about being at work, having an important project to do but running out of time. I sat at my desk, staring at my screen, considering how much time I had left, wondering if I was fucking up and was going to get called out for it. And all along, I was naked. I’d get up, go get coffee from the coffee machine, naked. Other people fully clothed. Me naked. I wasn’t completely mortified but I had that feeling, so familiar from dreams, that I people were watching me disapprovingly, and that I really ought to find some pants. I thought to myself, in this dream: It’s funny, sometimes you have a dream about being naked in public. Except this is happening in real life.