Had two dreams last night:
First dream: Ben McKenzie was frustrated with the rat race, so he agreed that it would be a good idea if we left whatever group we were with to go do something else, maybe some sort of camping trip. It’s how I know I’m not remotely gay, as it wasn’t gay, just chitty-chatting.
But, as we were coming up with our plan, he decided he wanted needed to watch college basketball, which I thought was odd, as he ran away for some nature kick.
Second dream: Was walking around some foreign locale, considering buy pizza. I realized that I didn’t have local currency, so I tried to find an ATM. Found one around some sort of old grey brick corner.
At a cafe, Katherine Heigl and Elizabeth Taylor were hanging out. I sat down with them, but didn’t have much time as I needed to record DWATG. We talked a bit and I tried to impress them with my travels, and also with the fact that I was busy enough with my own projects that I couldn’t just stay there with them.
I asked if I could take pix with them, but my camera wasn’t working properly. I kept trying and trying. They had some food brought over. A platter of various chicken things. I waited to see if they were going to eat any, as it seemed like the platter had arrived late and they had eaten their meal. Katherine Heigl was a bit reticent about having pix taken of her and seemed worried about the paparazzi. When it was clear they weren’t going to have their chicken stuff, I did.
Elizabeth Taylor was going to leave (to go to a casino), and we tried a pic one more time, since I had deleted old stuff, but the camera was still being weird, showing old pictures when I tried to preview what I had just taken. Off she went.
Somehow, I was in a hotel room with Katherine Heig, with her wearing off-white patterned pajamas, laying in bed. I still wanted to try to get one picture.
Went outside for the room for a second and some balding guy asked if she was in there. I said no and walked in and closed and locked the door. Katherine Heigl was laying on the bed, scared, covering her head with a blanket. I asked her if she was expecting somebody, thinking perhaps the guy was some paramour. Nope. I tried comforting her for a bit, telling her that I would make sure no one bad got in and that everything was going to be fine.
So I went back to the door and tried to do the keypad lock system. I looked at the directions on the panel. Pressed the buttons to give me a PIN. Then there were about seven numbers, which I was worried I would forget. It flashed the numbers, then “Start writing”, then the numbers again, coming up one at a time. I was concerned about dyslexifying the numbers and woke up.
Back to real life.
Then, I go online and log onto WordPress, only to see one of the top articles being about Katherine Heigl going brunette.