ok, so it wasn't exactly last night, and it did not involve any cows named elsie, a place named cyberland, or a suicidal mickey mouse.
so here's where my subconscious has been lately.
1. my friend brandy and i decided we wanted to take music classes, so we enrolled at ut. (because they'll automatically take anyone, according to my sleeping self.) and we forget about the classes for a week. then we go. only we just go to campus after work, and not actually to class. but we're like kids in a candy store. we're running all over the music building (or at least what the music building looks like in my dream), going from room to room and observing people playing instruments and singing and hating music theory (i know that last one from personal experience). finally, we stumble upon a room that has a what could be best described as a timbre machine (although it looks more like a breathalyzer). brandy sings "la la la" into the tube, and the machine says, in a machine voice "you're heavenly." she smiles and giggles and hands the tube over to me. i sing "la la la" into the tube, and the machine says, "please, do us a favor and slit your throat." and that's when i wake up.
2. for some reason, the creative directors, art directors, and interactive lead are not available to concept a new job for our main business-to-consumer client at work. so me and cokie (the new freelance interactive guy i have an insane crush on even though i know he's straight via my cyber-sleuthing and even though he seems to flirt a bit with the new traffic girl at work, even though he's probably not flirting and just being friendly, but i'm a jealous bitch like that) are chosen to work on the job. him design; me copy. (this, not to analyze the dream, is probably be reacting to the amount of copywriting i'm doing at work. more on that in another post.) so we come up with three good designs and headlines and subheads. we do an internal review, and everyone loves them. with no changes. (it really was a dream.) then we present to the client. and they choose a concept during the presentation. with no changes. and it goes through their legal department. with no changes. and everyone is happy. (note: this never happens, so obviously, it's a dream.) so, me and cokie, high on having the first campaign to be approved with no revisions, go out for a celebatory libation. since we live a couple of blocks away from each other (and yeah, more on that later), we just go to his place and have a beer and are generally happy. so we clink our beers, have a sip, then hug. and then that's where it gets weird. as we're pulling away from the hug, we catch eyes. we say to each other "good job" in unison. we laugh about it. and smile. and continue the eye contact. then we kiss. and while it's a good kiss, it just feels ... wrong. we kiss again. same feeling. i pull out of the embrace, say, "hey, it's getting late, i should get home. see you tomorrow. and great work." he says "ok", gets a disappointed look on his face, and i walk out the door. then i wake up.
3. i have sex with my friend/co-worker josh. and he's an awful lay. i mean awful. like afterwards, i'm thinking "wow, i wish i had had sex with a girl." yeah. and an awful kisser, too. i wake up right as he's asking "wanna go again?"
4. talking about saturday night live with the new traffic girl, april. (funnily, this actually happened at work today.) we talk about tina fey being awesome. and about gilda. and then i wake up.
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