In my dreams, Kate Voegele and I drive through a snowstorm

So I went to see Kate Voegele and Parachute in concert last night and naturally, had a dream involving Kate. I had one about Parachute a few nights ago so I suppose it's only fair for me to involve Kate in my crazy too.

The dream started with Kate and me driving down a highway, which looked suspiciously like Highway 1 between Pacifica and San Francisco. The weather was nice and we were chatting away like old friends, which I'm sure we would be if we'd ever actually met. We're in a fairly small car, and it's packed full of stuff. 

Without warning the road and our surroundings become pitch black, like so black you can't even see our headlights. She's driving at this point (I was driving in the beginning) and seems to have complete control over the car. I'm freaking out a bit because of the darkness but feel like she knows what she's doing so attempt to relax. That's when the car starts sliding on the ice and suddenly we're in a snowstorm, but shortly thereafter we arrive in a small town and pull over by a park.

We get out of the car, and it's sort of cold but no longer snowing, so we wander in and there are several large picnic areas, all covered and all but one empty. The other one is crammed full of people and we find someone outside to ask about the address we're looking for. He tells us we're there, and Kate starts talking to him about where she's supposed to be playing.

He says he'd like to hear something with a drum, and she says she's got a kettle drum. This seems to disappoint him but he moves on. It doesn't appear like he was expecting us but he's glad there's going to be some entertainment. She asks about electricity for my piano but it doesn't look like that's an option but the guy says I should be able to improvise and neither of us know what he means.

We wandered back to the car, confused but ready to play and then another guy shows up (in a black pea coat I might point out ... apparently I have a thing for men in pea coats) and it seems like he's the backup singer. I'm not clear why he wasn't with us but it makes sense for him to be there so we all start to unload the car.

The dream then shifts and the three of us are walking down a hall and an older lady behind us comments about me wearing flip flops and shorts and I turn around and smile then laugh and tell her I'm crazy.

And that was it...woke up a few seconds later shaking my head...thankful I have these kinds of dreams as opposed to nightmares...crazy as they are, they are definitely entertaining...at least to me...

In my dreams, I have lunch with Will from Parachute and also meet Joe Thornton

I see I haven't posted something crazy in nearly two months...apparently life has been too busy to be crazy. But as I woke up on the morning of day one of my vacation, I remembered my dream and it was, a little bit crazy...

 

I'm not sure where I was in this dream, but there was a library and a huge restaurant across from what appeared to be a hotel, possibly where I was staying. I was with a friend but I've never actually seen this person in my life so no idea who she was. We saw the lead singer of the band Parachute (that's him on the left when I saw them play at the Mountain Winery this summer) in our hotel and were very excited about it. Somehow, I met him and we made a plan to have lunch. Sure. Because that happens ALL the time.

I went to the restaurant to meet him but didn't see him when I came in so sat down and waited. While I was waiting I fell asleep and didn't realized he was sitting in another part of the restaurant the whole time. When I woke up, feeling stupid and embarrassed I walked by the whole band at a table and made eye contact and tried to convey that I felt bad. He just looked at me and I walked back to the hotel knowing that I'd missed my chance. I saw him at some point and apologized all over the place and he seemed cool with it.

In the next scene I was actually having lunch with him, only it wasn't actually him. It was some random gorgeous guy I've never seen in real life (but certainly wouldn't mind seeing!). He was tall, with perfect hair and a perfect smile and wearing a black pea coat. I apologized again and again, explained what happened, and he was totally fine with it.

The scene morphed again and I was having lunch with my friend, but leaning against a rail on the second floor of the restaurant, which, by the way, was HUGE. He was smiling and leaning over me a bit, and I was giggling and flirting and we were definitely getting along.

A few minutes later my friend and I were leaving the restaurant and walked by him and some of his band mates and he jumped up and joined us, waving goodbye to his friends. And things were going great until I saw Joe Thornton (picture courtesy of The Mercury News), and also my friend Jill. I turned to Will and my other friend and told them I'd just be a minute then ran over and said hi to Jill who was equally as excited to see Joe in this random restaurant. He was signing things for people and weirdly, we both had ticket stubs from what appeared to be a home game, though also appeared to be from his 1000th game (which actually took place last night in New Jersey, not in San Jose...details...). He was wearing shorts and his jersey with a black coat and was more than happy to sign my ticket. I fumbled with my phone and got it into camera mode then handed it to Jill to take a photo of us. Joe was very gracious and bent down (he's in the vicinity of 2 feet taller than me!) and smiled and put his arm around my shoulder for the photo. I thanked him then walked away with Jill who was trying to get her phone into camera mode, then I was like, "Hey, don't you want your picture with him too?" And we headed back and I took her picture with him, then thanked him again and told him to have a good afternoon. He was like, "Hey thanks. You too!" I expect this is exactly how it would be if I ever ran into him in a real restaurant.

Jill and I walked away, and then I picked up a box that I'd apparently had the whole time and struggled with closing the lid. I looked around to find Will and my other friend but didn't see them so headed for the door, and while we were standing there waiting to go through Will, who had morphed into someone else completely, gave me a sneer and then said, in a very snarky tone, "Guess you weren't that sorry."

I stood there dumbfounded and then, naturally, woke up...

Trust me...if this had happened in real life I would have been extremely sorry! On a side note, I'm seeing Parachute in concert on Monday night...wonder if Will will remember me... :-)

In my dreams, there are hockey players, musicians and actors...

I can only blame this craziness on the Benadryl I took to combat the impending itch from sunburn. I mean, what is going on in my brain? As happens many times when I dream there are multiple snippets that flow together but make absolutely no sense on the waking side of it. Here we go...

In the first part of my dream I was friends with numerous San Jose Sharks hockey players and their wives; in fact, I think I was babysitting some of their babies. Trust me...even if I knew these people the likelihood of me taking care of their children is almost nil. Anyway...I was definitely in good with Joe Thornton and his wife and their baby, even holding the baby when Joe was passing out bouquets of roses to his wife and other Sharks wives. That's right. Roses. Sure. Why not?

At some point in this dream the scene shifted to a large bathroom where George Costanza was headed to take a shower, but the shower was really dirty; like someone had taken a mud bath in it. And he was all embarrassed standing in the bathroom in shorts and a creepy white tank top. Thankfully, that part of the dream ended quickly. He was my least favorite part of Seinfeld.

Next I encountered Richard Castle (hello Nathan Fillion) and Becket (from the show Castle, in case you were confused). Yes, they were in character as were the other Castle actors and I was involved in whatever case they were investigating, but somewhere in the middle of the scene Becket told Castle she was pregnant, and it wasn't clear if it was his baby or someone else's, and I never got my answer because I woke up. Really? What am I supposed to do with that information now?

I fell back asleep and my dreams shifted from hockey players and actors to musicians. I remember talking to someone about a Green Day concert at Shoreline (a show I actually did see in real life last year) but it seemed that in the dream I had tickets but didn't actually go, and it was like I forgot to go. Yeah. Like THAT would ever happen in real life! 

From there I was transported to a Hootie & The Blowfish concert and my sole mission in seeing them was to get a picture with Mark Bryan who I actually have met in real life. I had this big plan to walk up to him and say, "Hey, remember me? We met at Robert Hicks' guitar pull outside of Franklin a few years ago." And then of course he would be like, "Of course!", because why wouldn't he remember me? (that's him on the right in the photo below)

But I never got to see him and then the band shifted to Third Day and I was talking to Mark Lee who plays guitar for them. What's with these guys named Mark who have last names that could easily be first names? Interesting. I wandered away while they were playing then came back and leaned back in a chair and closed my eyes and harmonized with the awesomeness of Mac Powell's voice. 

And then I woke up for good. Yep. That's it. My own personal crazy dreams strike again. 

Until I dream again...

In my dreams, I plot evil's overthrow with the cast of Sports Night...

So it's 2:43 in the morning and I just woke up from another dream straight out of crazy land. I don't remember a lot, but here's the gist of it. I was embroiled (gotta admit, I love that I just typed the word embroiled at this hour)...yes, embroiled in some sort of good vs. evil game where the evil was some sort of cult and the good was me and the cast of Sports Night. Yeah. Sports Night.

We were in groups of three and in different colored t-shirts. I was in red. Casey (played by the ever-so-awesome Peter Krause) was in blue and was on the evil team but had apparently realized it wasn't a good idea and we had some sort of secret signals going on between us that ensured I would win the battles against him, thus pushing us forward to winning the overall war. And it appeared that if the good side won we'd all be released. Dana was also there (the please-could-she-be-any-better Felicity Huffman) and she was in orange, which was the known good side. Jeremy (the wow-where-did-this-guy-come-from-greatness known as Joshua Malina) was there, but didn't appear to be on either team, but was somehow helping the good side in his perfectly quirky Jeremy way. His girlfriend Natalie (the wonder-what-she's-doing-now Sabrina Lloyd) was on the good team, and I think she was wearing red like me. She was her typical neurotic self. Those are the only characters I remember seeing, and I couldn't tell you who the other evil players were. They didn't seem significant.

I remember a vague journey through a lunchroom of sorts that looked more like the eating area from a ski lodge, and I remember us making serious eye contact as we lay on the floor of another room, somehow plotting our overthrow. I don't even know what the game was that we were playing, but it was three on three, and when I beat Casey, we shook hands and it was clear that he and I were leading this effort. We held hands for a few seconds too long and exchanged some sort of little rocks. I just remember he smiled a little and so did I and that's how we knew. When the good had won more than the evil in this little room we were released and were all breathing very slowly and deeply as we walked outside and Casey just kept saying, "Three more wins. Three more wins." Because apparently if we won three more times we'd win the whole thing and the good would be released from the evil.

I'm just assuming we won since I woke up at that point and am now sitting here typing this. But really? I haven't watched Sports Night in ages, but it is without a doubt one of my all-time favorite shows. And you can never go wrong with Peter Krause gracing the screens of anything, especially your own mind, right?

Anyway, that's it. Yet another installment of, my own personal crazy.

In my dreams, I get nothing signed by Matt Nathanson...

It's been a long time since Matt Nathanson graced the corners of my dreams, but I just woke up from a short snippet that was entertaining enough to share.

I was at some sort of event...no idea what...and remember standing in line to get my parking validated. When I got to the front I turned my parking ticket over and stuck a validation sticker on the back then handed it to the checkout lady. She looks it over and tells me it's going to be $2.50. I hand her a five-dollar bill and she hands me back $11.50. I'm like, "you gave me too much," and hand her back one of the five-dollar bills thinking at first that she'd given me a five and two ones. She giggles and thanks me, then I realize the other bill is a five and hand it back and ask her for a one. She's clearly confused and takes the five then hands me a ten, and this goes on for another few seconds until I get the right change. Crazy.

The dream then shifts and I'm standing in line waiting for Matt to sign something, but it's not like I was at a concert; it's more like he's at a street fair and people are getting things signed. Very strange. So there are two people in front of me - and really they were more to the side of me - and I'm totally eavesdropping on their conversations with Matt. He's sitting at a desk like you'd see in grade school, where it's connected to the chair, and he's got a large poster board in front of him that he's writing on. And it's almost like he's drawing a caricature and not really signing things at all. The woman he's talking to at first is leaning in and he draws a cartoon bubble like he's going to write dialogue in it. And he's saying something about President Bush and they laugh, but he doesn't actually write anything and then she leaves. Then a man starts talking to him, and he's just prattling on and on about nothing and it's very clear that Matt wants to leave and be free of him, but he's listening and trying to be nice and then I start to doodle on a corner of the paper and draw my own cartoon bubbles that look more like fuzzy circles, and this guy can't finish his thoughts and Matt is going crazy. Eventually, Matt says he has to go and that he'll be back the next day, and then he just packs it up and leaves.

What?

In my dreams, I hang with Craig T. Nelson, Lady Gaga and Justin Timberlake

So I just woke up from a dream where I was fly fishing with Craig T. Nelson. Yes. That's right. The dream wasn't terribly long, but basically, I was standing on the edge of very wide river, and I cast my line. And it appeared that I was almost doing it out of spite because CTN was going to go regular fishing, but then he pulled out a fly rod and joined me. On my second cast though, my line got caught in a tree and I had to cut it down, and it lost the fly so I had to think about how to get a new one on there. During the time I was cutting it down, CTN sent some kid to his trailer to get a new fly. No idea who the kid was, but then I went to the trailer and let myself in and started looking around for his tackle box so I could fix my line. He joined me a minute later and we opened a large tackle box that actually had live bait in it and we each took a small paper cup and plunged it into this box to get some new bait. Not sure why we needed bait since we were fly fishing, but then again, I'm not sure why I was doing any sort of fishing in my dream. After I had my cup full of bait, tiny little minnows, I woke up. If I had been watching A River Runs Through It before I went to bed, or maybe even Parenthood, I might understand why I dreamed this, but I have no freaking idea. However, it's not quite as bizarre as the dream I had just before it.

In the prior dream, I was in a huge department store. And I mean HUGE! Like 20 or 30 floors. It was insane. And I'm not exactly clear why I was there, but it was became apparent at some point that I was there to do something for Lady Gaga. Like I was filling in for someone. And so as I was sitting somewhere in the store one of her people said I should come down, and I told them I'd be there when I was finished, and I seemed bothered by it. And so I was sitting on a bench talking to some other people and one of those people just happened to be Justin Timberlake. And we were talking about some other musician and I was irritated that the other musician was becoming an actor and said to Justin something like, "Yeah. Wouldn't it be nice if these musicians who start acting actually made music again." And he thinks it's funny and we all laugh, and then Gaga joins us, and she's dressed like a regular person, not like her normal Gaga self, and we're all talking for a while and then I leave to go with her to do whatever it is I'm supposed to do. And that's all there was to that. But I at least get how Gaga and JT were in my brain after last week's SNL. Not sure about the department store part, but whatever.

And I didn't even take any medicine to get me into this crazy dream state today! Nope. I'm just CRAZY!!

In my dreams, there are lycans, phones, windows, doors and gloves...

Yeah, so it's a little after a midnight and I'm awake after some bizarre little dream snippets. I blame this completely on the Claritin, Advil and Pseudophed that I took to try to get rid of the headache that I still have. In addition, I blame part of it on falling asleep watching Bones.

Snippet #1:

I was in Bones, or working with the Bones team, or whatever. And there was a woman that looked like a mannequin Hodgens had seen, and we all thought he was crazy, but then somehow we knew he wasn't and we knew that this wasn't a woman but a woman who turned into some sort of creature like a lycan/werewolf. Yeah. I know. But it was a dream, what do you want? Anyway...at some point, this woman turns into this creature, and it's scary but fascinating, and there some sort of time limit involved where after she's gone we all have hair everywhere and have to get it off before something bad will happen, though I'm not clear what. There were also window shades involved, one of which I tried to close, and it was for a tiny window and it was maroon and vertical and way up high, and it seemed like my effort in closing it was rather large.

Snippet #2:

I'm in my house, though not my actual house, some random dream house, and the phone rings and the caller id says it's Jon somebody, and so I answer. Not because I know Jon somebody but because it seems like I should. And the guy says something like, "This is Jon calling for Carrie." And I answer that this is Carrie, and he starts talking about some sort of service that would be for an office, not a home, and so I stop him and say that he's reached a residence not a place of business, and he's shocked by this. Like he simply can't believe I'm not a business. And then he asks me something and it starts to freak me out, like maybe he knew I wasn't a business and was trying to find something out. And somehow in the middle of a sentence I pull the cord and disconnect him. And then the front door blows open, and the screen is open on the outside, and for that split second it IS my actual house. I kick the door closed, but it won't stay, so I examine it more closely and try to figure out how to close it. And then I decide to go outside and get the mail.

Snippet #3:

I'm at some sort of event, and both of my parents are there and it almost seems like they're still married, but I'm grown and it's confusing even in the dream. And there's a stage, and it's like it's at the front of a church, and suddenly I'm supposed to go up on it and dance with my dad, and we both think it's ridiculous and I trip going up the stairs because I'm laughing so much and for some reason we both have on gloves. My mom's sitting at a round table on the stage pushing us to the dance and so we both take off the gloves and start to dance, like some sort of waltz, which is foreign to both of us, and my mom's talking to us from the table as we try to make this happen despite the laughter, and it's all very hard. And then we make a turn and across the stage is my grandfather, also wearing gloves, and then there's some sort of scene, like he's going to do something on the stage, but no one's quite sure what. And then, Praise God, I woke up. 

I mean, what in the world??? My brain is seriously cracked. It's not like I took all that medicine at once today. It was spread out from 8am to 8pm. Can you say crazy? Yes. I thought you could.


UPDATE: And the fun continues! I fell back asleep only to wake up nearly two hours later from this little gem of a dream...

My mom and I were in an airport waiting area...no idea what airport and no idea where we'd been or where we were going, but there we were, in the airport waiting to leave. And while we were waiting I was on my laptop trying to book another ticket, though again, I have no idea where I was going. However, I booked a ticket from Dallas to somewhere on Alaska Airlines. And then I got really frustrated because I'd booked it from Dallas instead of San Jose, but it was non-refundable so then I was trying to find a flight from San Jose to Dallas on Southwest but they were routing me through Chicago and it wasn't going to get me to Dallas on time so I just gave up and said I'd try again later. And then a gate attendant person gave us our boarding passes and we'd been upgraded to First Class, so that was nice, but there was something strange about it and my mom and I weren't really sure what, but we just went with it. Then I decided I needed to go to the bathroom, so I gathered my things together and had somehow left my shoes in the middle of the aisle, spread out with tons and tons of stuff. My mom and I had bags everywhere! Anyway, my shoes were in the middle of the aisle and a very tall man using two canes and making jokes about how he couldn't walk well nearly tripped on one, and I felt horrible, but he just laughed and his wife just shook her head. I slipped my feet into my shoes and started my search for the bathroom. We'd seen one earlier, so I left the lounge area and went looking for it, but passed it somehow and ended up walking a little further to the next bathroom where a camera crew was filming some sort of news clip and I couldn't get in, so I had to go back and I never did find the bathroom and then I woke, because you know, I had to go to the bathroom!!


ANOTHER UPDATE: When I finally woke up for good I woke up from a horrible dream where I was running from some sort of mechanical spider that was going up and down a tree making this terrible clicking noise. There were several people with me, and it's almost like this was sort of alien being or something because we were scared. We gathered some things from the house and got in the car and drove to what appeared to be my great grandparents farm in Texas, and for a second, the house looked like it, but then we turned the corner and it was HUGE! And looked nothing like their real house did. And inside it was like a museum with stuff everywhere, and I was touring people around showing them where I played as a kid, including a playroom under a staircase. 


Seriously, I don't think I've ever had so many crazy dreams in one night. I'm almost afraid to close my eyes later tonight!