Agent Dale Cooper, who regularly discusses his dreams with his F.B.I. colleagues, Twin Peaks: FIre Walk WIth Me, David Lynch, 1992
Last night I dreamed that I had been cast in the lead male role of a production of Tchaikovsky’s opera The Queen of Spades, to be directed by Martin Scorsese. And that I went around telling everybody I knew that this was happening, and getting nervous because rehearsals were beginning soon. And then the reality of the dream shifted, and I understood that I had not been cast in the lead male role of a production of Tchaikovsky’s opera The Queen of Spades, to be directed by Martin Scorsese, because (among other things) I am not an opera singer. But as rehearsals and the production itself approached, I had to go back and tell everyone that I had bragged to about it that I had been lying. This was all quite disconcerting and anxiety-provoking.
I had a dream last night that Clint Eastwood was going to take my wife and I out to dinner, along with the roughly dozen children we were babysitting. Eastwood disapproved of the way we were handling the children and was extremely rude to us. Things went sour after that, and we hadn’t even made it to the restaurant yet.
I had a dream last night that I ran into Joe Swanberg at a party.
JS: We’ve met before haven’t we?
Me: I don’t think so. Where was it you think we met?
JS: At your house. Don’t you remember?
Me: No, I don’t. Are you sure?
JS: As a matter of fact, I’m there right now.
Me: What do you mean you’re there right now?
JS: At your house.
Me: That’s fucking crazy, man.
JS: Go ahead, call me. [Hands me phone] Dial your number.
I place call. Swanberg picks up.
JS: I told you I was at your house. We’re screening “Kissing on the Mouth.”
At that point, I woke up in a cold sweat.
I had a dream last night where I was at Winky’s, and it was a very specific Winky’s. And for some reason, I heard about something that was in the back of the restaurant. So I convinced the friend I was with to go back there, becuase I was getting an increasingly ominous vibe.
We go outside the restaurant, and slowly walk towards the dumpster… Nothing really that exciting, except my feeling is getting worse and worse: It feels evil… So evil that my hair stands on end, and I feel so close to vomiting. We get within arms length of the dumpster when… Nothing. My friend asks me what all the–
Al Jolson in blackface appeared! I almost collapsed. He wasn’t looking well, but he explained that Warner Bros. had laid him off because Douglas Fairbanks learned how to sing, and he squandered all of his money on timeshares. All three of us went back inside and had some breakfast.
weird dream
I had a dream last night about Shelley DuVall and Sissy Spacek, but I don’t think this is the proper forum to recount it.
PRIME CUT Sissy Spacek or IN THE BEDROOM Sissy Spacek?
Sounds more like 3 Women Sissy…that’d be something to hear about.
I had a dream years ago that I was playing live onstage with the Beatles (filling in for John, after the other three suddenly remembered he was dead). Thankfully the fact that I can’t play guitar at all and have a very limited vocal range didn’t occur to me even once during the dream, so I was completely spared any of the discomfort and anxiety you suffered, Glenn. Great dream…
I didn’t have a dream last night. But a few years ago, I dreamed that I was making out with Yasmine Bleeth in a field. Just when things started getting good, the scene dissolved to some cabin where we were just chatting with some other people.
Apparently, my dreams adhere to the old Production Code.
Jbryant, if something like that starts to happen in one of my dreams, I tend to feel guilty – in the dream! – because I’m married. That’s the correct approach to waking life, but I think my dreams could ease up a little bit.
I had a dream some time back where I was asking Robert Plant’s advice on what to do with a wedge of cheese that an admirer sent me. I know it was a dream because the idea of me having an admirer is just silly.
It looks like SOMEBODY has a secret admirer!
In the 1970’s I once dreamed that I made a film working as Assistant Director to Gerd Oswald. In the dream, Mr. Oswald looked like Otto Preminger, or even more so.
A year later saw a picture of the real Oswald, who is baby-faced and sweet-looking…
Been enjoying my new Blu-ray/HD-TV combo a lot (Playtime should be arriving in the mail tomorrow or the next day) and today tried out a few of my DVDs to see how they look as well. Inspired by this post I put in FWWM, and as usual ended up watching it straight through. All-time favorite line, among a plethora of gooduns: “Y’see, I’ve already gone places…I just want to stay where I am.”