Strange dreams

I've been having dreams about being forgotten lately. Which I guess is a welcome reprieve from dreams about my teeth falling out, but they're no less disconcerting. Dreams where I walk into a room and someone who should know me doesn't acknowledge me. If I smile and wave, they look right through me. If I try to remind them, they say, "No, sorry."

Dreams where I wander around an office full of people I know I know, who I know know me, and they don't even notice I'm there. Which is maybe a function more of being invisible than being forgotten. I don't know.

At least I understood what the teeth dreams were about, more or less.

#historicalfiguresinunlikelyplaces

Last night I had a dream about Buzz Aldrin (the astronaut) talking to me about skydiving. Seeing as Opening Night for Like a Dog in Space went fantastically, I am going to take this as a sign that the universe is smiling at me. Which is a pretty cool feeling to have, all in all. I mean, I don't really know why my subconscious chose last night to pepper my dreams with retired spacemen, or why they were talking about extreme sports, but it left me feeling kind of warm and fuzzy, so it can't have been a bad dream.

Anyways, opening night was brilliant. A friend who I knew was coming showed up, and then I was surprised by another friend who I hadn't seen in about two years, and a fun time was had by all! All three shows this week are really, really strong, and the other two playwrights are really sweet and smart and talented. Like, I could not have asked for a better group of people to spend my last YPF with, and they give me a lot of hope that the festival's going to be A-OK in the future, because they're already giving me a run for my money and they're 2-3 years younger than me.

If you're in LA and reading this blog post in the weekend it was written, I strongly encourage you to come see the show, if not because Emma, Nicole and I are awesome then because the week's cast is amazing and fun to work with and has all kinds of cool credits under their collective belts and it's a 99 seat theater so there are No Bad Seats in the house, pretty much anywhere you sit you will be close enough to feel them spit (if that's what you're into). Or if you don't go this week, go another week, because it will still be just as cool, it just won't be us.

I got some "Soviet Flowers" and lots of hugs:

All of my other pictures are on other people's cameras. This is... just as inconvenient as it sounds, really.

My brother got in last night but he hasn't seen the play yet - that's what he gets to do tonight, or maybe sunday? I'm not sure what the plan is yet. He did steal my contact lenses this morning, but I promised not to tell that whole story so I guess I'll leave it at, "That happened and it was frustrating at the time but hilarious afterwards."

Also my brother says about the flowers, "In Soviet Russia, Flowers smell you!" which is actually kind of funny.

My face hurts from smiling and I only slept like five hours last night because I was really jumpy and excited and I am actually really, really okay with this because I get to go back and do it all again in less than 12 hours, which is awesome.

Also, people who leave during intermission and don't stay for the third play are losers. Because, I mean, I got A WHOLE EXTRA ADJECTIVE in the curtain speech ("fantastic, marvelous little play after intermission") and people still left during intermission and it's lame. Like, the ticket price has gone up since last year, you might as well stay and get your money's worth!

Also, shout-out to my lovely, brilliant, beautiful cousin Faye who is currently spending a month in the hospital after pelvic surgery and a waterski accident. :( I love you and hope you have a smooth recovery!!!!

Also, MINIATURE WATERMELONS ARE ADORABLE. WE ARE EATING ONE FOR BREAKFAST RIGHT NOW AND IT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. (But not Too Cute To Eat.)

Also, I saw two grown women in full-body pajamas "planking" in the Hollywood and Highland Complex yesterday. Like, I was aware that this was a thing, but do people understand how silly they look? And also, why would you want to lie on those stairs? the whole thing seems vaguely unsanitary to me.

Also, that was a lot of Alsos.

Sensationally yours,

Leez.

STRESS DREAM.

One of my friends (a blonde one, and I can't remember anything more specific) had decided to become a politician, and she had these two fantastic pseudonyms she was using that I can't remember except they were sort of dark, "Lou Cipher" type puns. And then she was really mean to me and drove around in a convertable and set stuff on fire and I was like,

"WHAT. WHAT. WHAT."

And then my mother's phone rang at 6:16 in the morning and woke me up.

I'd probably remember more of it if she hadn't been talking so loudly!

Dreams within dreams within dreams

Last night was the first night I ever remember things getting kind of inception-y, and even then... They weren't really. Well, someone was sending me packages across time. I kept opening my door to find confused delivery boys with very specifically adressed boxes for me. Like, time and place. It was weird. I also recall I was trying to sleep, and in my dreams I was having a conversation with my grandmother who died when I was like eleven, who honestly seemed a little bit confused about where we were and how old I was, and at one point I recall waking up in my dream and telling someone to shut up, I was trying to talk to my grandmother.

That was weird.

Last night's dreams

The extremely weird and vivid dreams continue!

I had three faces. I also might have had two heads, but the dream was inconsistent. One of the faces didn't really do anything, but the other had a jaw that grew from somewhere behind my ear (I know because in my dream I kept reaching back to feel the bone). It was extremely painful to open that mouth, but that face kept trying to open its mouth and I couldn't stop it.

Also the other two faces may have been conspiring to take over my head.

Also no one mentioned these extra faces I'd sprouted, so either everyone else had three faces and I couldn't see them, or else only I could see my three faces.

Anyway there was an earthquake at one point and the building I was in did a barrel roll or four and then I went back in time and prevented it by going into a different room, which I don't really understand but whatever.

I think I'm going to keep writing these down on account of them being so strange and vivid lately.

Dreams from Last Night

I have a tendency to have very vivid dreams about my teeth falling out. These are really unsettling because they're generally accompanied by realistic sensations of my mouth sans tooth (or teeth). Usually it's molars or incisors - for whatever reason, I don't usually lose my canines in my dreams. According to the internet, dreams about teeth are usually concerned with your appearance. But last night I dreamt about knocking out a canine tooth which, just based on anthropology last semester I sort of think that canine falling out dreams might be more about a sense of powerlessness. But enough about that.

So in my dream I knocked out a canine tooth and obsessed about that for a while, until my obsessing about my tooth was interrupted by the fact that I apparently worked on a bar at a space station, and I was expected to serve 4loko to weary space travelers. Or, actually, Jack Harkness and the Ninth Doctor.

Um, what?

Yeah, these guys.

Apparently I was out of 4Loko, so I mixed blue power-aide and vodka. According to my subconscious, this is the exact same thing. (In my subconscious's defense, I've never actually drank 4Loko.)

And then the Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver at me and told me I had a piece of the void between universes stuck in my head, and asked "How long has this been going on for, huh?"

So now my subconscious writes self-insert fanfic. This proclamation was about as far as the adventure (which would have probably been awesome) got before I woke up to the sound of rain and the realization that it was ten AM. I was kind of bummed, I was really looking forward to galavanting around the universe with two handsome rogues! Never mind that, though. Oh well.

Maybe I should watch weird british sci-fi before bed every night, because it seems to do good things to my dreams