Sometimes, in your dreams, the location in which you are doing something mundane like watching TV, is an improbable one. Last night was one of those dreams.
I was in a industrial building, with a bunch of pipes and chain link fences. I don't remember what I was doing there or why I was there, but the "TV" came on, even though the "TV" was one of the chain link fences. But that's not the bizarre, important part of the dream. It is what came on the "TV" that was strange.
Apparently, in my dream world, Iggy Pop has a late night talk show. Yep, that's right, the one and only, Iggy Pop. I thought to my self, "self, why would Iggy Pop have a late night talk show? Of all of the non-establishment ideals he stands for, why would he have a late night talk show? And who would watch it?!" But alas, there it was, Late Night with Iggy Pop.
He came out on stage, with a band to the side of him, with his signature long hair, but he was dressed in a suit. It was a standard late night show set, with a curtain for him to walk through, a city skyline in the background. He started doing a monologue, and introduced members of the band. The drummer and guitar player to be exact. They both said some nonsensical stuff into the microphone in response to his jokes, and they both looked very haggard. I wish I remembered what his jokes were, because I'm sure they were epic.
His first guest was Henry Rollins. They showed a montage of him during the Black Flag days, and the solo/spoken word stuff. He then came out and talked about how he was an important voice for his generation and the punk rock musical movement; and today's kids don't understand social awareness in music.
His second guest was Will Ferrell. This is where the dream gets really interesting. During the interview, will stands up and puts Iggy's hair in pig tails, and then proceeds to cut one of them off. The studio audience laughs along, thinking it was a prank that was set up. I was thinking to myself, however, that Will Ferrell had done this on another talk show before, and I was surprised he was doing it again.
Apparently, it was not a set up joke. Iggy Pop got infuriated and started chasing Will around the set, which started to include some of the very weird items that were in the place I was watching the show, especially the fences and the industrial pipes. Iggy yells at Will, "My hair was trademarked!" and open the valve to one of the pipes and threw Will inside. Will climbed out, soaking wet and they were grappling like roman wrestlers. Soaking wet Will Ferrell and one pig-tailed Iggy Pop.
Then I woke up.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Goin to the Chapel...
Sorry I haven't dream blogged in a while, actually I haven't posted a blog in 8 months. Silly me...
Anyway, last night's dream was so weird, disturbing and downright icky, I thought I'd share.
The setting, a beautiful Catholic cathedral. The pews were filled with tons of people waiting to see the big event. I was dressed in a gorgeous white gown. Hair and make up done professionally, today was my big day. I was standing at the back of the church waiting for Emily Podgorski to come down from the balcony so she could walk me down the aisle. She too was in a wedding dress.
The wedding march begins to play as she escorts me to the alter to meet with my handsome groom, Mike Podgorski. She kisses me on the cheek, shakes hands with Mike and has a seat in the front pew. John Kiene and an unknown priest were officiating the ceremony. In my mind, I knew the priest was only there to make the wedding official in the eyes of the Church.
Mike and I take hands and look at each other as John begins the ceremony. Mike is dressed handsomely in a classic black tuxedo, complete with cumberbun and black bow tie. John begins with dearly beloved, blah blah blah. Honestly I don't remember what he was saying and it wasn't very important to the dream. What was important is that he kept messing up the order of the ceremony and we had to start over several times. I was getting anxious.
(I'm going to break the third wall here for a second to explain that a lot of my dreams have to do with me being in a situation where I have to get something done, go through a step by step process, count things, etc. Most of the time the process gets messed up somehow, and I have to start over. It is frustrating as hell, and I can only imagine it is my brain trying to work out some complex problem while I'm sleeping and is manipulating me into running through cycles over and over again.)
Finally, John says something along the lines of "Screw it. Let's just skip to the part where they talk about why they are marrying each other and get this over with". He hands Mike Podgorski the microphone, Mike turns to the congregation and begins talking about why he loves me. Says something about how I am philanthropic, nice to people, always willing to lend a hand, etc. I started to feel all warm and fuzzy, until I realized one very important thing; I knew nothing about Mike Podgorski. I was starting to feel panicked. Quickly I started to think why was I marrying him? What was I going to say to the congregation about him to prove my love for him as he was for me? I was definitely having cold feet and about ready to run down the aisle and out of the church when Mike finished and handed me the microphone.
Then I woke up.
Analyze that, bitches!
Anyway, last night's dream was so weird, disturbing and downright icky, I thought I'd share.
The setting, a beautiful Catholic cathedral. The pews were filled with tons of people waiting to see the big event. I was dressed in a gorgeous white gown. Hair and make up done professionally, today was my big day. I was standing at the back of the church waiting for Emily Podgorski to come down from the balcony so she could walk me down the aisle. She too was in a wedding dress.
The wedding march begins to play as she escorts me to the alter to meet with my handsome groom, Mike Podgorski. She kisses me on the cheek, shakes hands with Mike and has a seat in the front pew. John Kiene and an unknown priest were officiating the ceremony. In my mind, I knew the priest was only there to make the wedding official in the eyes of the Church.
Mike and I take hands and look at each other as John begins the ceremony. Mike is dressed handsomely in a classic black tuxedo, complete with cumberbun and black bow tie. John begins with dearly beloved, blah blah blah. Honestly I don't remember what he was saying and it wasn't very important to the dream. What was important is that he kept messing up the order of the ceremony and we had to start over several times. I was getting anxious.
(I'm going to break the third wall here for a second to explain that a lot of my dreams have to do with me being in a situation where I have to get something done, go through a step by step process, count things, etc. Most of the time the process gets messed up somehow, and I have to start over. It is frustrating as hell, and I can only imagine it is my brain trying to work out some complex problem while I'm sleeping and is manipulating me into running through cycles over and over again.)
Finally, John says something along the lines of "Screw it. Let's just skip to the part where they talk about why they are marrying each other and get this over with". He hands Mike Podgorski the microphone, Mike turns to the congregation and begins talking about why he loves me. Says something about how I am philanthropic, nice to people, always willing to lend a hand, etc. I started to feel all warm and fuzzy, until I realized one very important thing; I knew nothing about Mike Podgorski. I was starting to feel panicked. Quickly I started to think why was I marrying him? What was I going to say to the congregation about him to prove my love for him as he was for me? I was definitely having cold feet and about ready to run down the aisle and out of the church when Mike finished and handed me the microphone.
Then I woke up.
Analyze that, bitches!
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