Dream...

I have just woken up from an incredible dream. I'll only give you a taste because this is the best part but I have such an incredible feeling from it.

All right, well in this part I went to acting school, and I wasn't doing too good, people looked down upon me and shit (especially because I'll admit it, I'm fat and don't get lead roles and for some reason that carried over into my dream...anyway), and they thought I couldn't hold my own in a scene.

Thing was, I went to class with two actors whom I admire, Orlando Bloom (no need to ask why my brain came up with him) and Johnny Depp (whom I admire as an actor before you start rolling your eyes). Usually they aren't in class but my lovely dream decided to have them show up that day. We were working on casting this new play we were doing and I was trying to figure out how to actually get a part, just barley noticing what everyone else was doing when Johnny started saying this really mean shit about me. Now I knew, and the class knew that he was just shitting around, but for some reason I just started crying...but they weren't real tears, it was more of a moment of "Let me show them what I have to offer" that just came over me and the tears came at will (something I can't actually do...) and guess it was believable because he started apologizing all over himself. I left the little classroom type thing and into this GIANT bathroom that the school had (it was like a roman bath/orgy room or something) and I just started laughing and twirling around and being all happy. Apparently my dream self proved she could hold her own against anyone.

I only know what a quarter of it means but I woke up with this incredible feeling of peace and happiness...and I kind of want to cry I feel so good. Now if I could just figure out why I spent that latter half of the dream with what was supposed to be a coach and four (really a coach and three). tramping through a swamp, chased by an alligator...topless, all while still on the drama school property....all I remember was that I had been invited to a formal ball (hence the coach and three), and we were walking back to the roman bathrooms to retrieve my shirt (why would I take it off? I was walking around the school with everything hanging out....) *shrugs* my brain is fucked up somedays...but I still feel good.

Dream…

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

I have just woken up from an incredible dream. I’ll only give you a taste because this is the best part but I have such an incredible feeling from it.

All right, well in this part I went to acting school, and I wasn’t doing too good, people looked down upon me and shit (especially because I’ll admit it, I’m fat and don’t get lead roles and for some reason that carried over into my dream…anyway), and they thought I couldn’t hold my own in a scene.

Thing was, I went to class with two actors whom I admire, Orlando Bloom (no need to ask why my brain came up with him) and Johnny Depp (whom I admire as an actor before you start rolling your eyes). Usually they aren’t in class but my lovely dream decided to have them show up that day. We were working on casting this new play we were doing and I was trying to figure out how to actually get a part, just barley noticing what everyone else was doing when Johnny started saying this really mean shit about me. Now I knew, and the class knew that he was just shitting around, but for some reason I just started crying…but they weren’t real tears, it was more of a moment of “Let me show them what I have to offer” that just came over me and the tears came at will (something I can’t actually do…) and guess it was believable because he started apologizing all over himself. I left the little classroom type thing and into this GIANT bathroom that the school had (it was like a roman bath/orgy room or something) and I just started laughing and twirling around and being all happy. Apparently my dream self proved she could hold her own against anyone.

I only know what a quarter of it means but I woke up with this incredible feeling of peace and happiness…and I kind of want to cry I feel so good. Now if I could just figure out why I spent that latter half of the dream with what was supposed to be a coach and four (really a coach and three). tramping through a swamp, chased by an alligator…topless, all while still on the drama school property….all I remember was that I had been invited to a formal ball (hence the coach and three), and we were walking back to the roman bathrooms to retrieve my shirt (why would I take it off? I was walking around the school with everything hanging out….) *shrugs* my brain is fucked up somedays…but I still feel good.