 I am sitting up in bed, computer in lap, writing this post!
I've always wanted to do this!
Why haven't I? I never do this kind of thing on vacation, and our bed at home has no headboard and is kind of in the middle of the room. It's hard to explain, but there is no wall behind it.
So while I house sit, I bed sit!
I am far too excited.
This post is supposed to be about my amazingly awesome dream from last night, so here goes...
I was at some event with some friends of mine who are actors and after the event got out there was this huge mob of people trying to get to their cars in the parking deck, or waiting in cars for their turn to pull out of the parking deck. People were board out of their gourds and starting to get cranky, so I said, "Know what? I've got stuff in the car, let's do an impromptu autograph session and meet and greet. We'll surprise everyone in here."
Because, of course, no one knew the people I was with until it was announced who they were.
Then their eyes were opened and they all saw the light of the stars!
So there we were, three actors and their writer friend, standing in the back of some grungy car park, shouting out to the world, "Hey, we're here and if you form a line we'll chat with you and sign something while you wait!" I don't know whose idea it was, but somehow we ended up collecting $10 per fan for charity. Just by rubbing fans' cell phones on a piece of paper.
I have no idea what dream inventor created that technology, but it was hell, by the way.
Don't invent it for real.
So, after this great calming of the masses, we all hopped into a car and drove out to Stonehenge.
From America.
Imagine the mileage on that.
Plus the water damage.
Once at Stonehenge, I got to work with some other actors filming a TV show. These folks I knew of, but didn't know personally and I have yet to figure out if I was some kind of editor, or a costume designer, or just everyone's personal gopher, because I was a jack of all trades, literally bounding and leaping all over the grassy plains doing every odd job imaginable.
And even some acting.
Then, suddenly, I was in the corridor of my old grade school and there was an elevator where the window should have been. That was when I knew I was waking up.
Darn it.
Really I thought in worse language than that, but this is for public consumption.
I hate leaving dreams of my friends, it just makes me miss them more and reminds me that I'm all alone in this house, away from my family, watching property that doesn't belong to me.
Wait. Did I just coat my reality in a dream?
Well, that explains things, I guess.
Generally when I dream about filming, it's my mind's way of working out the plot of upcoming episodes. That or I'm psychic, because I usually dream what happens on the show in 4 weeks' time. This one ain't happening, because I doubt these characters are going to be having a literal Field Day at Stonehenge, since they all live in Seattle. ABC ain't forkin' out that kind of money either. Period costumes and a Scottish actor, sure, that's every day for them, but playtime at the actual Stonehenge? Forget it.
Unless they made a super convincing copy of the original.
And then explained how these people went from Seattle to Wiltshire just to play around on the grass.
Fun times.
Anyway, I woke up missing my friends and reminding myself how I got into the wrong business.
True confessions of a writer:
When I was much younger I wanted to be an actor, or at least work in theater, but I wasn't just hated at my school, I was completely despised. No matter what age you are, you've gotta be popular to get into "the business" and when even the drama teacher can't stand you, well, it's time to pack up your gear, pick up your pen, and tell everyone where to shove it. So I did.
Now I write and leave the acting to people who don't look like trolls and are awesome at what they do.
I probably would have been awesome enough if I'd gotten started as early as I wanted to, but I'll never know for sure and don't really care to.
Sometimes I do get a little swoony when my friends get new jobs and I'm taken back to my extreme youth memorizing Shakespeare and trying to make people laugh.
Ah well, dreams. |
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First of all, congrats to Justify on taking that wet, sloppy track and slinging it in everyone's face. Don't know how he will do in the Belmont, but I was happy with the Preakness on Saturday.
