Shut Up, Subconscious!

Recently, in my dream life:

I was Bjork.

I was running through a rainbow-colored airport to meet Sloan, talking on my cell phone (which was actually just my hand) with my friend Samantha. Every time I realized I was on an escalator, I would get scared, and the escalator would turn vertical, so I was hanging on to the rubber handrail for dear life. I was kicking people in the head, and they were strangely nonchalant.

My mom and I were Julie and Mamie Eisenhower, but we looked like Lady Bird and Linda Bird Johnson. Imagine the confusion.

I moved to California for six weeks to punch up a movie script. This might be because Sloan and I bumped into Buscemi and his wife yesterday, and she's going to LA for six weeks to do photography for Time Out LA.

I read a magazine interview with the fake fiancée of Benicio Del Toro, who said "Both of us loved living life just looking at the ocean, and then one day we decided to meet."

Teresa was sleeping on my pillow next to my cat Flora, and both of them were sending loving, soothing, reassuring thoughts into my head. I think this is because Teresa, like Flora, is very a warm and positive presence in my life, and not because she licks her own butt and then throws up on my pillow.

I had a one inch Weimaraner dog I kept in a ziploc bag with holes in it. It was adorable but I was worried about losing it.

Bryan was a little boy playing football, and I was his English tutor. Maybe this is because I did "I'm dating a younger guy" jokes at the Lodge night before last. Hopefully it's not because I secretly want to date elementary school boys.

What?

It's Coming...Are You Ready?

Okay, I don't know quite how to explain this video, which is unlike anything I've done before. It's based on some dreams I've had recently (I know, my dreams...) about airplanes and time travel. Yes, I'm a sci-fi nerd and kind of a weirdo. I'm also an airline kid (my dad and several other family members were pilots) and I'm under a lot of stress, and flight patterns have always flickered through my subconscious at night. I also realized a few weeks ago that flights from the north and south take a westerly turn across the lake right by my neighborhood all night, and there's a blinking white highway of incoming airplanes over my building all night long. (You can see airplanes soaring over buildings at the end of the video...I know, I have a crappy camera.)

A strange poem and some music were flitting around my head last night as I tried to sleep. It seems like no matter how busy my brain is during the day, and how hard I try to stomp down reflective thoughts about The Big Picture and What Life's All About, they are running through the universe that is my mind all night, with a groovy little music soundtrack. Anyway, it's less than two minutes long, so if you're already here, give it a look and lemme know what you think.