Witness to a Heist / Filming at Disney-like World

Dreams 11.24.12

Dream 1
I was infiltrating a factory building. The walls were dark tealish blue with rusty stains and flickering fluorescent lights. I walked into an electrical room that looked like it was all busted and not in use. There were pools of neon green goop spilled on the floor.

I passed the room and went up a flight of stairs. Went down a hallway and back down a level. Here, there was a counter to my left, beyond were floor to ceiling glass windows that looked out to a truck/equipment bay which was shaped like a long tunnel. I could see husband and his crew spread out amongst different trucks and machinery, executing their heist. I wasn’t supposed to be there but I wanted to go closer to the windows for a better look. Just as I made my way out of the shadow, a man in all black was running towards the windows. I did a MGS dive towards a corner to avoid being seen.

The rest I forget. Then I woke up, did some fantasizing, tried to see if I could do some W.A.K.E.’s by just forgetting my body was there. Actually I was trying to feel my body go “numb” or buzz, then not at all. It worked a few times but I didn’t quite wait until I actually fell asleep. Here’s the last dream I remember.

Dream 2:
I arrived at an amusement part that was disney world-like. I was with a film crew. There was a shot list for the day but nothing was scheduled. The director decided right then to shoot a scene near the entrance. I run back to the equipment truck and grab a couple tripods off the bench. Then I ask another crew member to strap a backpack of equipment to my back.

As I walk back to location of the setup,I see another girl beside me, another crew member. I used to know her from elementary school and everyone always thought she’d turn out to be a butchy lesbian. Anyway, as part of the crew, she was one of the grips. She was running, sliding a huge thin sheet of polished wood in front of her. Somehow it just glided over the pavement without friction. She ran with it in front and then jumped on it like a sled. She looked like she was having a great time, so happy.

As I watched her, I felt so happy myself too. I suddenly felt so strong and alive again.


Shooting ‘Round the Neighbourhood

Dreams 10.18.12
It was fall time. I am running through a neighbourhood to a house that felt like it should be home. The streets had lots of trees, leaves rustling. I stop at the corner of a group of town-houses (a shortcut to get there faster) and I pause, catching my breath.

Then it’s early winter. I am going through the same neighbourhood again in a vehicle, looking out the window. I am in the passenger seat, not driving (not sure who was). I watch as another little asian woman, stockier than me running through the same route as I did before. I am her and me at the same time. Again, I get close to the house but stop at the corner, catching my breath, not reaching my destination. In the vehicle I think to myself that the house is close to the subway in distance but not enough. It would seem very far in the midst of winter and that walk would be a drag.

Now it’s midday, maybe spring. The leaves are greener on the trees. I am going to a house in a silver SUV. My mother drove. We park on the street corner about 2 houses down from our destination. We see a car go behind us and pull into the driveway of the house next to ours. We waited and watched before walking towards or house because I did not want the neighbour to see us. As we stood waiting I had a flash of memory that we had done “this” before. “This” being that we’ve shot a scene of the indie movie on our front lawn. I saw myself in the scene (may have been a commercial) dresses in black gothy clothes with medium length blue dyed hair, pale-ish make-up on.

Then we walk towards the house and my mother actually approached the neighbour still in his car and asked if he wanted to help during our shoot. I was annoyed but didn’t say anything.

Then we were inside the house that would be the location for the shoot. We were just using a very simple camera. I setup the shot, camera position, which would be static. I would be in the scene and all my mom had to do was press record. I was pacing back and forth as she ran off to another room with the old dude (the neighbour) to look for an unnecessary prop – a little spoon spatula thing. You know sometimes when you are at a beauty counter and the person scoops out a little sample of cream out for you into a little sample tub? That thing. I went to the door of the room where she and the old dude were. They were kneeling on the floor, backs toward the doors, looking through the piles of paper and whatever other shit accumulated in that room, for a tiny little spatula.

I wanted to tell them to just forget about it but she WAS being super supportive of helping me shoot this useless video for whatever purpose. So I went back into the next room and called my sister. We talked on the phone for a little while. I think I was opening mail which may not have been hers and telling her what the contents were. I also told her mom was looking for a tiny spoon.

Then the doorbell rang and I opened the doors to the kitchen into the hallway. I was in the house that I grew up in. My current dog trotted towards the door and paused to look back at me. I saw the old dude approach the door from the left hallway to open the left door while my mom opened the right. Even though my dog wasn’t trying to dash out, my instant reaction was fear. Fear that she would dash out of the house like my dog used to do, the one I had growing up.

It was bright outside. I could see the light spill in through the open doors. Someone was coming up the walkway towards the storm door but it was so bright and I was only halfway down the hallways that I could not make out who it was.

Sleepovers, Shower Stalls, Sets, Speeches & Signals

Got about 5 full hours sleep last night and pretty sure I had 3 dreams and woke up at least twice. After the last dream, I did at one point remember everything but when I started to replay the details of the 3rd dream to myself, everything from dreams 1 and 2 disappeared. And then I snoozed and a lot of the beginning of dream 3 melted away as well.

Dreams 09.19.12
Furthest thing back in this dream that I can remember. I was in a highschool or university hallway. It was packed shoulder to shoulder with students and it was in the middle of the night. This was an event that happened once a year at Halloween where all the dorm rooms were open to strangers who would gather and party all night. The whole event ended in an assembly in the auditorium. I was waiting with the rest of the herd with a friend. He was brown, not df, actually he isn’t anyone I know irl, just a random element in my imagination. We looked at each other in anticipation and reached out and gave each other a hand squeeze. Then “they” fire the starting fun and the herd was let out down hallway. We spilled into the empty rooms, jamming in wherever possible.

My friend and I was pushed along with the herd into a room that had about 12 gym room shower sized stalls on each side. Actually each stall was also tiled like a shower stall. We actually were not able to nab a stall in this room so we slowly made our way out back into the main hall in search of another space to lay low for the night.

There’s a big chunk of the dream missing here. I’m not entirely sure if we found another room. I just know that later on, I snuck back into this same shower stall room, looked around to make sure no one was awake and went into the first stall on the left when you enter the room. The stall had someone else’s belongings on the floor. I recognized it as belonging to someone who had been extremely rude to us earlier. I lifted up my skirt, opened my legs and just pissed on their pile of belongings for revenge.

After that I remember myself in the POV of a camera on a dolly, tracking 2 people walking alongside a pedestrian street, in front of a bunch of interesting and colorful shops, restaurants and cafes. We were weaving through pedestrians walking in the opposite direction as the two people walking wove through the opposing throngs as well. I remember really liking the shot as it was very dynamic and interesting but also very casual at the same time.

Later, in a more static POV, one of the walking people depart. The remaining person walks under some sort of canopy so she is in the shade. Eliza Dushku dressed in a red sequined blazer and black mini skirt and black pumps come up behind her. The first girl turns around, greeting her excitedly. Eliza puts up her hands to show the first girl her fresh manicure, gleefully exclaims how happy she is with the color, the sparkle, etc. She was waving her hands in front of her chest and almost jumping for joy the way girls sometimes do when they are excited. From that, I understood somehow that I was in the middle of a movie set and we were just waiting for the next set up.

After that there’s another bit missing. I remember walking in the auditorium, all setup with round tables. People were seated but their attention was focused up on the stage. I walked with either my brown friend or somebody else and approached a table near the front. Someone there was about to go up on stage to make a speech but we had information for him to stop him or hopefully convince him to change the content of his speech. We went up to the table and the person we should’ve talked to stood up to adjust his clothes before going on stage. We were too late. Then I saw from the POV of the stage the person standing, looking up towards the stage. It was a much younger Clint Eastwood. I could see myself and the other person trying to inconspicuously go up to his table. Then I saw Clint walk away from the table to go on stage and me and the other guy JUST made it to the table. We were too late.

The last scene from this dream took place in the toy cars and model robots section of a toystore. All the boxes were stacked high. I was walking down one aisle, trying to be inconspicuous again, noticing a lot of big name products on display that were very intricately made and very cool. I was trying to sneak closer to two people fighting on the other side of a tower of display boxes, stacked about 2 meters high. When I was close to the boxes that blocked my way, I ducked down so I wouldn’t be seen.

In the aisle to my right, other members of my team were coming closer. We were supposed to sneak up and stop the fight and apprehend the two people involved. I was supposed to get a closer look and give the signal as to when they should move in. I don’t know what the two people were arguing about but the argument was becoming heated and they started to push each other around a bit. I looked behind me to the next aisle and made eye contact with my ex (highschool bf) to communicate that the time was almost right. He looked to his right to the squad leader who was also someone I knew but can’t recall right now. Then the pushing and shoving became more violent and I was just about to wave the signal for the team to go in when I woke up.

Crank Up the Awesome

Dreams 09.15.12
I walked into a field of wheat with 2 old friends from film school. Both directed films I shot. Today in my dream, I was shooting a scene for a film they were collaborating on. We walked out into this field of wheat about waist high. At the edges of the field there were trees and shrubs. The colors of everything looked like it was fall time, the wheat was golden, the trees were mostly green with reds and oranges here and there.

The sun was behind us. It was beginning to set. Magic hour was upon us. Then suddenly I was the camera. It’s like someone cranked up the saturation and just dialed up the vividness. The sun was behind a cloud, coming out from behind it, shining brighter. I saw a mist falling down upon us from nowhere. All the colors became very bright but still harmonious and everything became a soft focus. I just remember thinking how amazingly beautiful everything had become and in my head, in the dream, I screamed “This is so awesome!”

The next part of the dream I can’t remember now. It’s been over 14 hours since I’ve had it. I believe I was in some kind of vacation cabin/resort…


Dreams 09.07.12
Brief glimpses of this dream came back about 5 minutes after waking up. I was working on a sewing machine, altering a newly ought dress for my mother. All the while I thought to myself, “Why buy a dress that is so far from your real size jus to alter it until it fits? Look at all the wasted material?”

Then I saw her go up to a cashier to pay for the dress. I saw a close-up of my ID card tucked away in the corner of the cashier desk, on the side facing the customer. Then I was back at the sewing machine working away.

Paper Planes on the Courthouse Steps

I know I am missing many many parts of last night’s dream(s) but I think part of last night’s intention was fulfilled. I told myself that I wanted to dream of good memories of spending time with my husband. I’m trying to do this thing where I reinforce my good memories of us being together so I no longer attach “us” with intense emotional pain and hurt only. I’ve tried to do this in real life but it always seemed that with every positive memory, I could immediately relate it to a negative one that occurred within hours of the same event. And those positive memories are few in my waking mind. Therefore I figured I would try to find them or even create them from memory fragments in my dreams. The motivation is lacking but even these things need practice.

Husband and I are tourists, walking around a big city. We stopped in front of a huge courthouse / greek temple looking building. The steps were as wide as the whole length of the building. It had large round fluted columns, the triangle roof structure – just classical. The city was kind of grey and so was this courthouse. We stopped just in front because we wanted to hail a taxi so we were just waiting. I stood, leaning against my husband, arms around his arm. His hands were in his pocket. His attention was focused on the street.

I looked up at the sky, at the surrounding buildings and just took in the uniform greyness of the city. Breathing in its essence, enjoying it in its natural state. I let myself disappear for a moment.

Then as if I was filming over my shoulder behind me (I was eavesdropping), I saw another couple walk hand in hand past the courthouse. On the steps an old chinese homeless man sat on the steps. He was intently folding a paper airplane with brown paper towel, the kind you find in public washrooms. He stood up when complete, not particularly happy but there was an air of accomplishment and excitement to him. Then he launched the plane, upwards into the air. My vision followed it as it went up, caught a draft and did a loop then glided slowly along the steps of the courthouse. For a brief moment, I just saw an overhead shot of the brown plane, sailing over a grey ocean of steps. Then I was under it, looking up from below seeing sky and courthouse roof in the background. It was like I could see the air flow above and below the wings (like an aerodynamics diagram) lifting and creating its movement.

Then the couple said something mean about the old man. The man whispered it, the girl snickered and said something else in return. Nothing horrible but derogatory nonetheless. I pawed at my husband’s chest with my right hand to get his attention. I asked if he heard what they said, saying I couldn’t believe they were being so mean/judgmental. I was kind of laughing at the couple for being haters, at how silly their sentiments were. My husband laughed too but he was laughing at their remarks in agreement. I wasn’t mad at him but was a little put off.

Salvaging Spilled Chili

It seems like I am trouble recalling dreams that make sense this week. Today’s recall is another jumble.

Also, either the Sleep Cycle app isn’t working properly or I am actually having these crazy sleep cycles. And if I am actualy having these crazy cycles, it might explain the weird dreams and poor recalls.

Dreams 07.13.12
There was something about me remembering a recent workout where I was doing two reps of heavy lifting.

I was pouring out a can of chili over rice. The chili was special, it looked more like this curry I made a couple nights ago in real life. It had pineapples in it. I looove pineapples. I am usually very neat about pouring, scooping out food except this time I spilled a couple glops on in front and behind the bowl. I started to pick it up with my right hand fingers and just putting the spilled food in my mouth.

Then it’s like I was watching a movie but living it. The movie was…don’t laugh, another sequel to American Pie. Everyone was still in their early twenties and they all moved into the same house – a huge house. I watched the Tara Reid character talking to another girl about the Alyssa Hannigan character. She was saying that their friend has been missing a lot of classes at college and something seemed to be up. They needed to figure out what was happening with their friend and consult with the guys but until the plan was made, the friend (Alyssa) must not know. I remember having a slight feeling of betrayal, as if I was Alyssa, eavesdropping on these too.

The feeling faded quickly and I am watching a scene of 3 of the male character unpacking in a room, sitting on a mattress, joking around. The phone rings and the Sean Michael Scott character picks up the phone in full Stifler mode. The girls say something to him, he responded in the character’s sarcastic way and the other two listened, concerned but not knowing what was going on.

Another nugget of memory is just a feeling of being in the hallway of a gigantic empty house. I felt anxious but also wanted to explore.

The CB Experience

Got only about 4 hours sleep last night with one wakeup around 5am. So I manages to remember parts of the last dream. I am a big fan of JRE podcasts and the talks about tonight’s big UFC fight and some of his very entertaining guests like BK (one of my favourites) seeped into my brain.

Dreams 07.07.12

I was on a plane with JR and a few of his comedian buddies on our way to the city where the next UFC fight was being held. BK is one I distinctly remember. They were doing a podcast on the plane in first class while I videotaped their shananigans. One particular shot I remember doing was from below BK face while he held some random phallic shaped object and he was making faces down at the camera pretending to be giving it a blowjob. Not much else I can remember other than everyone was laughing having a good time and at some point the flight attendants had drawn back the blue curtains seperating first class and coach so I saw on a tilted angle the coach passengers peeking up at the commotion up front.

Then we were at the fight. I was shooting JR as he was on stage in front of the octagon. A spot light was on him and the octagon was lit, everything else, the crowd, etc. were pitch black. He was very young here, more hair and zero gut. He was doing more of a standup routine warming up the crowd. At one point I went from him, just after he finished a very dirty joke, fly pan to someone who was supposed to be his wife, dressed all prim and proper on stage. She did not look impressed, in fact, she had quite the disapproving look on her face.

That’s all I can remember.

Lalala Highschool Visions

Dreams 06.25.12

I was in a highschool or college. There was a musical rehearsal or a boy band rehearsal happening. And I was watching from the POV of a music video camera, shooting. I remember feeling sick from the sugary pop-y goodness.

Then I was packing things up. At the instructor’s desk, zann was on the phone with her husband. She was telling him about this amazing house in this rich neighbourhood she saw, comparing it to another awesome house elsewhere. It sounded like her husband was telling her to buy whichever one she liked. It’s like they were talking about everyday objects and she seemed to be gloating because she knew I could overhear her and made eye contact with me several times.

I was jealous that they were rich but I would never want to treat the buying of a house as an everyday occurence. It seemed too spoiled. I think I was most jealous that her husband valued her opinion and that she was given true freedom.

Then I was in a classroom and I think it was a study period. I was at the teacher’s desk at the front of the room even though I was not the teacher. An old elementary/highschool friend EL came up to me and asked if I was going to grab drinks. I was confused. She explained that we needed pop and drinks for the party after class, could I grab? I don’t think I really wanted to but as usual I couldn’t say no. So I ran out of the class and started to run down the hallway, presumeably in search of cases of pop. I ran from a sunlit corridoe into a darker hallway, past my boss’s boss.

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