Pop stars, mustaches and mullets

There's a lot I'm forgetting from this dream...

The first part involved me managing a new female pop star that looked like Taylor Swift. She was going to her first awards show and I was getting the finishing touches put on her gown, which was a sculptural emerald green silk dress made by local designer Emma Berg. For some reason, I brought the dress to my mom's house, and she started adding all sorts of terrible elements to it, like a green velvet cape with white crocheted ruffle around the edges and huge white cotton lapels with eyelets and cut out shapes.


I was in an uproar because there were only hours until the awards show and my mom was ruining the dress, and not listening to anything I was saying (true to real life form). But the pop star seemed to like everything she did to it and I was like "it's your funeral. The red carpet critics will not be kind." I continued to be in a panic and all I could think was "Emma's going to have my head on a stick for this!"

I tried to super-fast photoshop something similar.
You get the jist even though it looks like shit.

The dream then switched over to me riding in a crappy car with three dudes. I was in the backseat with a guy with a zany mustache and the two guys in the front had extreme beards. We were all piled really heavily with strange items like backpacks, pots and pans and animal pelts. Mustache guy and I were under the same layer of junk and smashed really close together. I had my hand on his chest but he said it wasn't his chest and there was someone else under the junk with us. I got really scared but kept my hand on the random chest anyway.


The last part involved me in some sort of small town dive bar. I was either judging some sort of hair contest or convincing people to change their style. I think it was part of a reality TV show. There was one guy with anime character-style hair that was black and stuck out in huge spikes that were sort of droopy. They felt like real plastic. Another other guy had a thick, curly red flat top with mullet that was one big dread that went down his whole back. There was another guy that just had regular long hair, Axl Rose-style. I was trying to convince them all to shave their heads and I even had a clippers but they were all reluctant. I think that's when I woke up.

Imagine this with a ginger flat top attached!

The Psychic Statue

Last night's dream was really choppy but I do remember some choice weird parts of it.

I was at my mother's house, but it was part greenhouse and looked really different. I was going around the house picking up boxes and bags of random candy and putting them in my purse. My mom was yelling at me about it, saying that candy was banned from her house and how dare I bring it in. I tried to explain that it was already there but I just got yelled at more. I poured onto a counter a bag of Swedish Fish, a box of Jolly Joes, and a box of Nerds and started color coding them and obsessively making kaleidoscopic patterns while my mom yelled at me in the background.


The next scene changed to a garage type scenerio, but I think it was part of the greenhouse. My Dad was there polishing something small and metal and there was a wooden huge crate off to the side with a big carved stone sphinx/gargoyle hybrid statue packed in straw. The top half of the crate was removed so I could see it. I asked my Dad what it was and where it came from and he said my Mom had had it shipped from China so she could use it as a garden decoration, and that it cost $150,000 so he was very annoyed about it. I went over to it, and started petting its face and it started projecting its thoughts silently into my head. It was just saying that it was on my side and that I never had to worry about anything again, because it loved me now because I was nice to it. I could see it moving but it was more like shimmering and projecting itself in translucent layers. I felt very excited, like it was going to change my life.

It was a little bit more Sphinxy than this, and less ornate, but you get the jist.

There was another vague part of the dream where I was discussing with someone about how well the l'etoile holiday party went and was analyzing things that went wrong. I looked at the invite and I had written "enjoy sushi, holiday cookies and more" on it. I was very concerned that I had included sushi in the copy because we definitely did not have sushi at the party.

The future is all yellow and grey

Last night my dreams were real fuzzy and seemed to be more about me worrying about stuff than any actual storyline, but there was sort of a post-apolocalyptic/Mad Max theme to the whole thing.

The first part of my dream I had somehow sneaked onto, or cheated my way into a space station, where I was somehow pegged as an astronaut even though I wasn't. It must have been very far in the future though, because this space station was like a compound and everyone was very "whatever" about the fact we were in outer space. There was even a three-level parking garage (why they needed cars there, escapes me). It was really gritty and dirty looking inside and all the equipment was grimy like it was supposed to be a trash hauling ship, but it actually was a scientific research facility.



For some reason I had to go out into space to gather samples and I was sent into the garage with a tall guy (who I think might have been Vince Vaughn) and he handed me a really homemade looking astronaut helmet, which looked sort of like a motorcycle helmet but it was brown, all scratched up, and held together with what appeared to be rubber cement. I kept commenting that I didn't want my face to collapse in vacuum. The tall guy assured me it was safe but I didn't believe him.



The scene changed to my parent's house, I think I may have been on leave from the space station or escaped from it or something, I was very nervous though. My friend Choho was there and he had brought me a cream colored down comforter that had blood splattered all over it. I was very concerned my mom would see it and kick us out of the house. I really didn't want to leave because outside was weird...I think most people were dead and the environment was unstable or something. It was really empty looking and everything was grey and yellow and seemed abandon. I was lying on the floor wrapped in the bloody comforter with the bloodstains on the inside to hide them and my mom was nagging me to do my laundry but I didn't want to get up because she would would notice and think I killed someone.



There were also a segment of me driving around in a big rickety monster truck with floodlights on it. The streets were all very grey and grid-like and I was watching myself drive from above so I could see this. I think I was in Roseville and I was sort of lost, or worried about where I should go next. There was something about a speakeasy shack with ragged scraps of fabric for the door. I think it was supposed to be the post-apocalyptic version of the West Bank Social Center for some reason.