Its funny what you think about sometimes. The first thing that pops into my head when I think of the word 'dreaming' is Deborah Harry singing 'Dreaming' and how I used to be a teenage girl singing it at the top of my lungs in my bedroom along with my mums stereo which just happened to be housed there because of some sort of deal with Mum of how it was in every one's best interests that it be there - "it would be less noisy!" - who knows - the deal was done. So there I am in the middle of my bedroom screaming; "dreamin' just dreamin'" and then I'm transported back to now and I realize that it was a fun thing to do. So I am generally thinking about dreaming and I can't get past Deborah Harry for two reasons: one, she did this interview where she explained how having children passed her by. I was saddened by this but didn't think much else of that until many years later. And two, she talked about how she was picked up in Ted Bundy's Volkswagon beetle after a hard night out on the town. Hitchhiking because she couldn't get a taxi (pissed out the front of studio 54 or something like that).
If you don't know who Ted Bundy is, well he's just one of those text book serial killers that is on the one hand intriguing because of is so called 'charisma' and on the other he was one of the most violent and sadistic killers ever documented. I used to be interested in serial killers but I can't stand thinking about them anymore. Anyway, Deborah Harry was in his beetle and she noticed that he didn't have any window winders or door handles or something and alarms went off and sorry to cut a long story short but she managed to get out. Only later when he was caught would she really know the full extent of the fate she narrowly escaped.
Anyway, since taking a break from blogging I have been having these daydreams about Anna Nicole Smith acting like a loony clown in front of her new born baby. They are sort of frustrated - how could she be carrying on like this? - character assisnation daydreams. Imagine her baby, seeing her mother move around the room sort of pissed, high, blubbering like a lunatic and that stupid lawyer who thought he was the father of the poor little thing filming her for the family home video night - what the hell was going on? So when the poor little thing grows up and wonders what to expect out of life she has that for prosperity. Come on, everyone hates clowns! What more were they going to do to that baby that would screw her up?
Then I see on 'Entertainment Tonight' there's a re-enactment of the moment in hospital when Anna Nicole Smith notices/finds out/realizes that her son Daniel is dead. Lots of screaming and crying and yukky stuff all there for the little one to embed her poor brain for future couch sessions with her shrink. Gosh, I really was going to start talking about dreaming and now I forget what I was going to say. Thanks Anna Nicole Smith.
Oh yes, last night I dreamt of Noel Gallagher. I have never really fancied that snotty nosed Pom but now because of last night, I think I have a new celebrity crush. He was tender, sweet and sort of innocent in my dream and we were falling for each other. The absolute opposite of his personality I'm sure. Yet when we walk in dreams, things are meant to be sweeter - aren't they? 
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My crush on Noel began the exact same way, with a dream that felt all too real. Never thought of him before the dream but lots after.
Glad to see you back Sheila, you've been missed!
Hi Sheila,
Welcome back! Your post was well worth the wait. Dreams are strange things; sometimes I think they’re our repressed memories coming to the surface and reminding us of forgotten events or people we’ve known in the past. At other times I think dreams give us a glimpse of our subconscious hopes and desires that we may not want to give voice to but are there nevertheless. Or they can be whimsical and farfetched, like the way we thought of life as children but left behind as we matured and took on adult responsibilities.
Perhaps dreams are what propel the great artists of the world; the visions and thoughts they have while slumbering are the driving force behind their talent.
Dreams can be scary but they can also be a mirror into the soul. If we’d take the time to think a bit about them, we might be able to understand ourselves and what our purpose is in life a bit better.
Well my dear Sheila, what a joy to find your post - and fancy it being about dreams (and stuff). I've heard Deborah Harry a couple of times lately - in a shop and a taxi. I was wondering why she was appearing in my life (though she wasn't singing 'Dreaming' - one song was 'Heart of Glass, I forget the other)
How about d.prince getting her crush on that Gallagher boy through a dream too - just wonderfully bizarre. And I woke up this morning and told Miss Litzi about a dream I'd had, which I think is a reflection of stuff on my mind of late.
Now you're back, are you going to blog about the Logies? (coz I don't know that I can be bothered!)
Welcome back!
Fancy that, D.Prince. I would have thought that most people would have developed a crush on Liam because of the front man thing that most people have. I feel honored and priviliged that we have developed the same dream lovers. Who knows, after years and years of blogging, we may feature in someone's dream. I'm sure they would prefer you D.Prince. Someone that would have an ape in their dreams would have to be a real looney!
Hi dear Miss Litzi. Your commentary on the validity of dreams is on the money as per usual. Do you think that you may be related to the godfather of dream interpretation Carl Jung? If not by blood, then possibly through dreams.
Hi Nash, I actually wrote this post because of you. I think I have talked to you about dreams even more than my old shrink. I watched the Logies last night and thought them sort of amusing. You know that compare from 'Spicks and Specks' I sort of have a weird crush on as well. Once on that show (I never watch it as a rule) he dressed up like Adam Ant. Ever since then I have sort of fancied him! He is a bit nerdy though. What about the red carpet! I thought the lighting was yuk and most of the glamor pusses looked old and haggard (especially Naomi Robson and Lavinia Nixon). I don't know if I can be bothered blogging about it either but I'm quite prepared to have a chat about it under these circumstances.
Hi Sheila,
As far as I know Carl Jung is not a relative; I sometimes play amateur shrink, giving out dime store advice!
Don’t sell yourself short; you’re an adorable little ape and I’m sure a lot of other hominoids would love to have you swing on a branch and share a banana with them! Remember when Charlton Heston kissed you? You exude sex appeal….baa baa baa boom!!!
It’s nice to have you back!
Debbie Harry with Blondie was the best!
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