S L E E P S T U D Y

Dream, 4/8/16: why was I locked in that house in Putney with the incredible built-ins and where was Jack? It was some kind of weird '20s-themed party and no one would hug me,even though I looked nice and everyone was dressed well. I kept calling for him and finally wound up hugging myself. I found him in the entry talking to someone, back to the crowd. He held me tightly and I knew I was home. And wearing a heavily beaded flapper dress.

Dream 4/4/16: I'm singing for a group of people who are impressed at my high and lower notes, but the guy in the flannel shirt harps on my break that came back, but lower. "Your Cs suck, lady!" I was humiliated and left, feeling awful.

Dream: "YOU CAN'T MARRY SOMEONE ELSE WHEN I'M 8 MO THS PREGNANT! GOOD LUCK WITH THE GIRAFFE, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!" #NoraEphroninspireddreams

Dream, 3/8/16: Stalker Boy (SB) contacted me and said he wanted to apologize for all the stress, fear, and worry he put me through. Because Megan lifts weights a lot, I asked her to join me. Turns out SB was living like a hoarder beneath piles of old cat piss-soaked newspapers, unopened boxes, random junk, and it was simply disgusting. Grey Gardens but stalker-inhabited who expressed remorse, but looked like the Mama skeleton from Psycho. So, pretty awful. SB said, "I'm very sorry," and that was it. I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm happily married and you're a sick fuck and I need all kinds of shots from just walking in here," and Megan flexed her biceps while I said all of this. We walked out and I kicked over a pile of molding magazines as I shouted "LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU AND DON'T STALK PEOPLE YOU DERANGED ASSHOLE!" #ladycrewmakingshithappendreams

Dream, 3/3/16; I have been trying to gain more and get back to a healthy weight [have had a lot of illness and can't keep weight on]. At work, there's an old-looking scale, and I'm apparently at 140! It didn't make sense, cos my clothes all fit the same. So, back to reducing. #weightdreams

Dream, 3/1/16: We have a company picnic set up in a park, but we're al just doing paperwork. There are long tables set up and we're just collating stuff and making folders, stuffing envelopes, that sort of thing. Jim walked around us all in the background, wearing pink sunglasses. I tried to wave him toward us to chat (I couldn't leave), but he had a bundle of paperwork in his hands and sort of waved me off and left. It started to get pretty hot but we all had to wear suits, and didn't feel like a picnic. #picnicdreams

Dream, 1/26/16: The Governor's Ball dinner is being held in South County (MO), not far from where my stepdad grew up. There were a series of abandoned-looking warehouses on a very steep hill that apparently included a water park and a huge banquet facility used for the dinner and other schmancy events. I was forced to go with Martin Short and Steve Martin and we all had to wear matching plaids. Everyone in the room had to introduce themselves and say what they did. I did so, and everyone started shouting at Sofia Vergara when she introduced herself. I found that racist and uncool. I tried to get people to pipe down, but the room started filling with water from the floor up and turned into a massive slip n'slide. Everyone crashed into each other, cutlery, glasses, uneaten food, chairs, everything. We all got disgustingly messed up but everyone was laughing and having a great time. I simply couldn't believe this was in Afton MO. Cos honestly, WTF.

Dream, 2/24/16: We’re sad that Joe is leaving, but he and Tony are opening a cafe at an animal sanctuary, all vegan. At first, they’ll only be open 3-4 days a week, but hope to expand hours. I contributed a few recipes to their menu.

Dream 2/17/16: I'm on a Big Brother-type reality show, part of which is a talent/singing competition. I'm cool with this cos I bragged to everyone that I WAS SEMI PRO. I get paired with a guy to learn a song in 5 minutes, then perform it, but he chose a Chinese song written in verrrry tall Chinese characters that I couldn't read. Tried to harmonize with him/mimic as much as possible, but it was a hot mess. I was laughed at but held my head high cos I could still do Aretha stuff, right? So I suggested to Beth that we do an Aretha tune, rearranged as a duet, and it was great.

Dream, 2/15/16: I'm walking down the hallway and pass an open classroom, where my fmr voice teacher Mrs. Petrovics is advising Sec'y Clinton on security and foreign policy.

Dream, 9/26/15: Michelle Obama is driving, we’re heading to the McDonald’s drive-thru. She drove us past some blackberry bushes totally weighed down with overripe fruit. I asked her to pleaseplease slow down so I could pick some, but she hollered WE HAVE A SCHEDULE TO KEEP!

Dream, 1/6/16: I have a moose and a badger. That's it.