Into the Wild

Dreaming January 26 in the am

I was on a plane that was landing at a museum on the fifth floor. On the plane were me, James Marsden and a few other "it" actors. I realized at some point that we were filming the last scene of a movie. Somewhere, the actors all became convinced that I was tied to the movie business in a big way.

The plane landed, the film wrapped, and I was sad that I wouldn't be hanging out with all of the famous folk any more. I caught the elevator down to the ground floor.

The elevator, deserves some mention here. It was a two chambered elevator. One "room" was the standard box that goes up and down, save for a small doorway in the back that lead to the other room. The second chamber was quite large, and offset a bit from the first so that the elevator's dimensions on the outside were no longer square. The second room of the elevator poked out into a light well in the building where we could initially see the roof of the other half of the museum.

Once on the ground floor, I walked thru the revolving door (it was like an exit revolving gate at an amusement park – once you went through, you couldn't go back through the other way) and out onto the steps.

In front of the museum was a large fountain, like the ones you sometimes see in pictures of Rome or Paris with supermodels lounging all over them. Instead of supermodels, it was the actors from the movie that had just wrapped in the airplane upstairs.

On actor chick was organizing who would be invited to the wrap party on a piece of paper. She was reclining next to James Marsden who looked like he'd just stepped out of Hairspray. I told her my number so she could call and give me directions to the party, she spun the paper to an odd angle and wrote it down.

A crazy guy who may or may not have been homeless, but was definitely dressed as a clown, walked by and James suggested she invite him to the party. She said she'd invite him if he paid her $20. So James sent me off to get him to give us $20. I followed him up the ramp to the second floor overlooking the fountain with the movie stars lounging al over it.

I talked to him for a minute about the party and he really wanted to go. I told him it'd cost $20 and he scoffed. But when I reminded him that it took money to make money, he readily agreed. He pulled out a wad of bills and started counting wrinkly ones out to me. He got to about 4 and gave up and handed me a twenty.

He and I both rand back down to the actor pile with the entry fee for the party and now James Marsden was dressed in a white tuxedo. Sigh, black hair, blue eyes, white tux. The girl was in an evening dress with lots of sequins in it and didn't want to take the crazy clown guy's money (nor did she want to honor her end of the bargain).

I thrust the twenty dollar bill at here, said "a deals a deal", turned to go and then told her over my shoulder "…and everyone better show up or I'll tell my dad to make sure you never work in this town again."

Right there's where I woke up.

So here're the things I noticed and wondered about on reflection of my wacky dream:

  1. Why did I dream about James Marsden specifically, when none of the rest of the beautiful people are really identifiable?
  2. Where was Tom Welling in all of this, since he's usually in all my hollywood actor dreams?
  3. Why was James Marsden always in different clothes every time I left the room and came back?
  4. What significance does the two chambered elevator have to do with anything anyway?
  5. And why did it all start on a plane?

For the record, I spent yesterday twelve hours driving to Vancouver Island for my birthday. We left the house around 6am, drove north through Seattle and on into Canada. We boarded a ferry a little after noon in Tsawassen, rode for two hours to Nanaimo and then drove across Vancouver Island to the west side over a twisty little mountainous road.

Parts of the road felt like the Columbia River Gorge as we twisted through some amazing valleys. Other parts were reminiscent of the fjords of Norway and New Zealand. One part that we drove through was almost spooky in it's white-ness. All of the trees were dusted with ice and snow. Teej looked up at one point and said "We're in Narnia."

One Comment

  1. Diane
    Posted 1/26/2008 at 8:32 pm | Permalink

    P. Lee Studios lives!!

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