Royal Baby...Joan!?

Texted Versh and the sistas this am about how...

I just dreamt that I was holding the royal baby (because I was somehow friends with Will and Kate?!) and she was adorable and soooooooooo smiley and actually born 6 days ago but they wanted some time alone because she was a preemie. and her name was Joan? And for some reason I was trying to see if the Asianness (but not South Asian like Indian) was evident??? Then I was in India and Chinna Aunty was checking the Italy plans with me.

Basically, just, if Baby Royal is born today, I want this to be my documented prediction so that everyone knows I'm psychic : )

Wesley or Leslie? Tim Curry!

from what I can remember..I went to some accounting recruiting event post-internship and all these other students/interns I knew were there. And I couldn't find parking and kept going to wrong places. And then when I was leaving, I got attacked and some stuff was stolen. And I was going home and on the way, saw Whoopi Goldberg and Wesley Snipes and I did a double take and this other dude was like, yes, that's Whoopi Goldberg. So I was like, can I take a picture with you?! And they said sure, so I ran to where I'd left my backpack (the only thing not stolen, and yes, all I had left was my camera in my backpack, and for some reason I had left my only remaining belonging sitting in an alley) and grabbed it and ran back and then we went to a restaurant. Then Eric showed up out of nowhere and took the pics for us. And I took pictures with the other dude too and I knew he looked super familiar but I didn't figure it out til later -- Tim Curry! Then Whoopi had to go to teach a lesson (piano?) and so we said out goodbyes and traded numbers/emails and her email address was @pwc.net??? And there were some weirdo kids playing on the playground but I can't remember what they did/why they were significant.
Wait. Was the other guy in the dream Wesley Snipes or Leslie Nielsen

Note: pinching yourself in a dream does not wake you up/tell you that it's a dream. Unless..since it didn't hurt that was supposed to mean,

you're dreaming, you idiot, keep going, it's not real! I don't know. I don't understand this phrase anymore.

Guess I'll have to use codenames so people don't know I dream about them..

So we were at some Indian party, probably a Bellaire one (typical), except on the top of some building overlooking the city (with this and a later part, I am sure I've been watching too much Chuck) and I see..James Bond. What the freak is he doing there?! And he's like bff with my dad and the Indian uncles and my grandfather? And not me? What the hey.

So after a while, after sitting on my pride and nerves, I go to talk to him and somehow the gap of a chair between us gets smaller and then fam friend .. "John" is all interrupting my conversation with Bond to ask if I've seen something and shows me a picture of .. "Annie" and tells me how her marriage has been arranged and flips the pic over and shows me a pic of the guy. A, very embar whilst talking to Bond and b, she's a CHILD! like..under 13. ie, what in the world?!

Then I go somewhere and there's ninjas or killers or something and I go in this room and someone throws knives and chopsticks at me (really. Too much Chuck.) but somehow I pull them all out and everyone else is dead. And I call Bond because he's supposed to know the answer/clue to this video game (apparently it wasn't real ninjas? just realistic?) and he comes and somehow explains things and then we're leaving the room and from the earlier conversations, I obviously have a crush, but we're leaving and he grabs my hand and walks and says something and I just look at him like DUDE WHAT THE HECK, BE CLEAR. And then he says how he's only there for a short time and this project just got shorter and blahblah. And I could've initiated this perfect, I guess, movie moment, but instead I pinched myself, and did not wake up, and therefore thought this might be real, and so I did nothing, in case it was, so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. And shortly thereafter, I woke up. Great. Damnit.

And I feel like he was in my backyard with us taking Easter pictures at some point. Huh

You Guys (yes, all 4 of you)

I really am sucking at the whole remembering the dream thing. BUT (always a but)
today, someone told me about this art exhibit called the Dream House in Midtown in NYC, SO! Assignment! Apparently they play all these different frequencies in the house and they way that the sounds mix together makes you feel like you're in a dream state. Induced dreaming? And they have pillows all over the floor for you to just lay down and feel that way in/on/around!
V: Please go check it out and report back? It sounds awesome!

The website looks like it's circa 1996 but hopefully the book is quite diff than its virtual cover?
http://www.melafoundation.org/DHpressFY09.html

http://www.melafoundation.org/Howard_03.htm

Stupid Goldfish Memory

Well. I was all excited about going to sleep so I could have an awesome dream and then write about it, right? Too bad I woke up, was like ha, I should make a note now so I don't forget and then fell back asleep, and when I woke up again.....forgot. Must train self. But hey, the blog lived to see another post! Still boring, but that just means that it can't get worse, right!
But! Check out this song on the right ---------->

Day 1 = boring

Last night, I dreamt that my roommate told me that he, his fiancee, and another friend thought my ring was really ugly. I wasn't mad or anything but helloooo that ring is amazing because a, Karishma gave it to me, and b, it's a rose! Come on, losers. That's awesome.

This was a terrible day to start this blog. Here's to better dreams tonight.

This is my first blog? Where have I been all these years?? Oh yeah, anti-blog.