Images, images everywhere, nor any thought to think.

[rsadelle]

I dreamed about Metallica last night, which was a new experience. I was staying on someone's living room couch, but the living room was also a club, and Metallica played a concert while I was there. I fell asleep looking at a huge stack of Metallica tapes being guarded by Lars. In the morning, I woke up (still within the dream), and got ready for the day. The tapes were gone, so I was sure they'd left and disappointed in myself for not meeting them the night before. However, they were still in the house. Or some of them were, anyway. James was at the kitchen table. Jason was playing chess with someone in a bar area adjacent to the kitchen. Lars was in an armchair reading something. I don't think Kirk was there at all. I was still trying to decide how to act when I woke up (out of the dream), but in the space between asleep and awake, my dream carried over, and I put Cali on my lap and started to tell her a story. Also, somewhere in the dream, Francesca was reading/guarding a Bay Area newspaper that had an article about Metallica in it, and I was trying to be cool about not grabbing it to obsessively read it. I have to wonder if my remembering of my dream has anything to do with the fact that I read Graham Joyce's Dreamside yesterday.

Because I'm at home, I got to rent movies. Yesterday we watched The Contender, which was better than it probably should have been, and today we watched Bring It On. Not only was Bring It On a great and hilarious movie, but it was also extremely slashy. I wrote a few sentences. I'm not sure if they can be connected into something more story-like or not.

Kissing Missy in the bathroom, calming her down. Don't freak out Missy, don't. Then, when she finds out, dragging Missy back. Her turn for reassurance.

Cliff and Missy. Missy and Cliff. Is Missy really the dyke the girls say she is? She's not just projecting, not just choosing Cliff because Missy's a girl, is she?

Missy doesn't cheer because she cares. She cheers because she's like a shark: move or die.

She cleans up nicely, but underneath, she's still the same rough, raggedy girl who showed up for tryouts, the same hard-edged woman who took her to East Compton.

Comments

Dreamweaver.

[minette.livejournal.com]

I envy you your ability to have coherent dreams, and Metallica-related, too. I like your dream mind for putting all of them so close together, within the kitchen area. *L* I like the idea of Lars guarding you, as well. It's entirely too appealing to picture him as a tenacious, vicious, little terrier who'll yark at any intruder before shredding his ankles to bits.

Your dream had Metallica together yet not really in the same room, which is how they are now, and you told Cali a story; you're still a storyteller, even in your dreams, which I find interesting. Basically, even your dreams are honest, just like you. It's a wonderful thing.

Re: Dreamweaver.

[rsadelle]

Actually, Lars was guarding the tapes, not me. They were video tapes. I think I forgot to say that. I think the symbolism there is rather obvious--Lars protects their intellectual property.

I think it's odd that my mind chose to put James, Lars and Jason together. I don't know if it's because I was thinking about Kirk just before I went to sleep (I usually don't dream about the same things I think about) or if maybe my subconscious mind wanted to fix things.

The story I was telling Cali is rather strange because when I first picked her up, I think I was still asleep, but it was definitely my conscious mind that started thinking up a story that would be appropriate for her. The story itself was complete with a very strong princess, a handsome prince who was just a friend and an evil bear ravaging the country of the princess's father.