Ridiculous dreaming
Definitely have been having some crazy dreams lately, definitely have intended to write about them, but of course, now it’s all a blur. I barely remember anything — except running around with my old dog Mitzi, and possibly Ryan too. We were in a water park. There were waterslides and a crappy restaurant on the premises. My dog was barking, jumping up and down, following me. I think I ate a hot dog, even though I don’t like hot dogs.
I remembered this dream only yesterday, at J.’s house in Beverly, upon seeing CHUNK, their household hound who looks quite a bit like Mitzi and also jumped all over me.
I feel dumb about the Middlesex Lounge, by the way — all my stupid talk about paying a reciprocal friendship visit to G. while spinning the other night — I’m so forgetful sometimes. I forgot he was shooting a 24-hour reality TV pilot that I was actually invited to PA on. So, I take back all that smack I talked, and now I feel justifiably foolish for walking alone at 1am to a club where G. was obviously not in residence. Oh well. It happens. That’s just what I get for not paying attention.
In other news, I finished shooting interviews with J. & J. and M. and now, while the boys travel the south and everywhere else for 5 entire weeks, I’ll at least have a project to work on. I will finish that doc by April or die trying.
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