My dream.

[sparkle_motion]

I had a dream last night. I think this is like the 4th Chez Tremblay influenced dream that I've had.

I had a dream that Pierre asked me to attend the Academy Awards with him. I was very excited and I wore this really sequined dress and he had on a t-shirt. We were 4 rows back and Charlize Theron was hosting. I have no idea what Pierre looks like, so in my dream, he looked like Rodrigo Prieto (senor?).
He kept putting his head in my lap during the ceremony and I would run my hands through his hair. It started to get a little saucy with some making out action but then the teleprompter broke and he jumped up and said I can assist them! And it ended with me sitting there, waiting for him to get back.

[EnnisDelMar]

LOL That's too good! 

[henrypie]

Stacey, I love the fact that his head was in your lap.  That seems to have happened to me in a dream or two... like with Martin Gore (Depeche Mode) or my science teacher.  It is so crazy.  What is it with the head in the lap?

Is it okay if I hijack this into another recent-dreams thread and describe a dream I had, actually a good few weeks ago?  I wrote it down in an email when it was fresh:

Somehow, somehow, Jake came to my apartment.  This apartment was unlike my house, but very similar to that of Jessica Lange's character in Tootsie.  Jake must have been doing some kind of publicity stunt, going to a fan's house to sign her pretty glossy BBM fan book.  What was supposed to be a brief visit got longer and longer.  I was trying to spin it out, charming him, making him laugh as much as I could, showing him that I wasn't a total starstruck boob... I was succeeding quite well -- it was so exciting.  Although he was still not entirely settled in for a long afternoon on my couch which would then perhaps lead to an evening of sushi or Indian food, he was kind of reluctantly happy shooting the breeze with me.  There were, by the way, no cameras or bodyguards or publicists or handlers or anything.  Just him.  The final thing that happened, before I awoke and resolved to keep this dream in my head and warm the day with it, was this -- and it requires a tangent denoted by a new paragraph: 

Now, in real life, I'm a bit of a sculptress.  Are you familiar with Fimo, or Sculpey?  It's a low-temperature-baking modelling compound.  (An oven at 350 does the trick, as opposed to a serious kiln.)  Well, I make little people out of this material.  Well, from about 1998-2000 I made them.  They lie, sit, clutch themselves, clutch each other, hold hands, embrace erotically on occasion... in short, try with their wistful gestures and yearning bodies to express the inexpressible.  A larger-scale plan was to make a whole nativity scene -- I made Mary, a little squiggly Jesus, a Joseph (who, tellingly, is unable to kneel on his own and can only do so when braced against Mary), one wise man, a couple of adoring shepherds, two sheep and a cat.  The cat is a little miracle -- I don't know how I did it but it's just the cutest little tiny meatloaf of a tucked-in cat.  The sheep, too, are miraculous -- I don't know how they happened and I'm so proud of them.  I doubt if lightning could strike twice -- they're probably the best and only little sheep sculptures I'll ever make.  Okay so..... I'm getting back round to the dream.  Ready?

So... the last thing I did in my fun, smart couch-sit with Jake Gyllenhaal (back in the dream) was to go get my tiny sheep and show them to him.  I don't know if the subject had come up somehow, or how I remembered that I had something sheep-related that I could possibly show him.  But I did.  His response to my two little sheep: he was deeply moved by them, unto TEARS.  It was actually kind of uncomfortable for me.  Of course I was absolutely thrilled that I had connected with him somehow.  But we were suddenly much more intimate than I had expected.  He thanked me heartily, profusely, for sharing my sheep.

He didn't put his head in my lap, though.

[ednbarby]

How come I never have dreams like these???   

[chefjudy]

  whatever you're smoking or imbibing, I want some!!! Jake in my dreams or in real life, I'm not sure my poor old heart could take the excitement.......................

[ednbarby]

I do have Jake in my dreams in a way - Jack and Ennis are in my dreams almost every night, as sort of "extras."  They very rarely speak, but when they do, they are Jack and Ennis and not Jake and Heath.  They're always wearing the immortalized shirts and the hats and they're always together.  They never speak directly to me when they do speak - it's always to each other in a reflection on something I or someone else in the dream has said.  Their presence is always very peaceful and I always awake feeling reassured.  Amazing what our minds do to try to heal our waking selves when we sleep.

[sparkle_motion]

I love the fact that he cried and made you uncomfortable, makes me laugh.

I've had a couple "trying really hard to impress Jake" dreams too. Usually it's with my clever wit and enlightened commentary.

[henrypie]

Mmm, Barb, how beautiful.

I don't know about healing: I dreamt two nights ago that I had a four-chamber cage/tank in my bedroom with fish, birds (that looked like lobsters), hamsters and gerbils, and tiny tabby-striped mice.  I decided to switch things around a little -- put the mice in with the hamsters, put the gerbils in with the FISH... why?  Why did I do that?  I suddenly realized the gerbils were drowned, on the bottom of the fishtank with their little feet moving slightly with the currents; the birds were dead, half the fish were dead... God, it was so awful.  I woke up whimpering in helpless horror at my own awful misjudgment.  I was telling my coworker about the dream and, embarrassingly, started to cry.  Weird.  We tell each other our weird dreams but we do not cry in front of each other.

Maybe the healing begins when I wake up and realize I'm being warned to be more responsible.  ?

[ednbarby]

Mmm, Barb, how beautiful.

I don't know about healing: I dreamt two nights ago that I had a four-chamber cage/tank in my bedroom with fish, birds (that looked like lobsters), hamsters and gerbils, and tiny tabby-striped mice.  I decided to switch things around a little -- put the mice in with the hamsters, put the gerbils in with the FISH... why?  Why did I do that?  I suddenly realized the gerbils were drowned, on the bottom of the fishtank with their little feet moving slightly with the currents; the birds were dead, half the fish were dead... God, it was so awful.  I woke up whimpering in helpless horror at my own awful misjudgment.  I was telling my coworker about the dream and, embarrassingly, started to cry.  Weird.  We tell each other our weird dreams but we do not cry in front of each other.

Maybe the healing begins when I wake up and realize I'm being warned to be more responsible.  ?

How awful, Sarah!  Of course it's easy for me to say my dreams heal me now because I'm not having the night terrors that have haunted me off and on for years.  If you don't know what a night terror - as opposed to a nightmare like what you had - is, be glad.  Be very, very glad.  And in case you're very, very glad, they're very violent hallucinations that only about 2% of the population, supposedly, experience just as we're falling to sleep.  The thought is they're caused by a genetic abnormality in which the switching mechanism in the brain that helps us go from Stage 1 sleep to REM sleep is awry, and so our minds go directly to REM sleep while we're still partially awake.  My hallucinations involve the sense of some sort of malevolent presence that isn't supposed to be there standing over me and about to do me great bodily harm.  Sometimes I see a male, shadowy figure.  Sometimes an actual man with a face, and not even a particularly scary one but just one I don't recognize.  Sometimes it's animal-like.  The one continuity is that it causes me to bolt upright in my bed, jump out, and go running and screaming from the room.  All while I'm still partially asleep.  I can go for years without having one, then have three in a week.  I don't know what triggers them, but I think it might be excessive sugar.  I think this because I've been essentially on the South Beach diet for three years, now.  First to lose 15 pounds, which I did, then because I realized I had not had a single night terror since I cut down on the sugar and I wanted to keep it that way.

Long story short (too late ), I know from dreams that don't exactly heal.  I also have a recurring dream-dream that I'm getting ready to go on a very important trip and I'm deliberately dilly-dallying along, knowing I'm going to miss the plane and it's going to essentially ruin my life, yet dilly-dally I continue to do.  I never wake up particularly refreshed from those, either.  Wish I knew how to interpret dreams so I could tell you what yours means.  Hopefully someone here will be able to enlighten you.  Someone once told me that the missing the plane dream means something completely different from what I thought it did - something about what different forms of transportation symbolize or something or other.  I thought it was silly and so I dismissed it and now I've forgotten it.  Yet I still have the stupid dream from time to time.  Only difference is now Jack and Ennis are there in the airport. 

[henrypie]

-the running-out-of-time dream (aka dilly-dallying)
-the performance dream in which I'm handed a piece of music I've never seen, or I'm handed an instrument I don't play, or I'm in the dress rehearsal of an opera and I haven't attended a single rehearsal up to that point and don't have the role memorized (popular twist: I'm missing a key article of clothing, like my trousers)
-the taking-care-of-animals dream

Those are the biggies.

You know, Barb, I actually do go into immediate REM sleep -- it's the only trace of narcolepsy that I seem to have inherited from my mom, who is narcoleptic.  But I don't have night-terrors.  My mom does, though, lemme tell ya.  I know it's scarier for the terror-haver, but it's scary for others in the house, too.  My experience consists merely of dreams of REM-level detail seconds after I fall asleep.