solidfoamsoul | Not like anyone cares, but...

I thought I'd jot down this dream before class. And I'll probably be late and It'll be all for nothing, cuz no one really reads these.

But anyway, it was Christmas time and Kiefer Sutherland was at my house. We were playing Fraggle Rock Monopoly with my cousin Ryan and watching "Muppet Christmas Carol." And Kiefer's head was shaved and we talked about that. He didnt want to but his dad did for this movie they were making together.

Then the next dream which was alot clearer:
Steve Whitmire was in a small white, kinda transparent house. It was small and semi-transparent on one side, so that I could see his and the puppets and all the explosive riggings' sillouettes but not on the other side. Well, it's also 1978, I forgot to say. We're getting ready to tape part of the house (that Steve's in) blowing up (only a part of it). The explosion goes off, I look away for a minute and then back up and steve's gone. I ask the kid who's sitting on the small pourch of the house (he's Steve's gofer since Steve had to stay in the house for a while).

"He ran out. He was yelling and i don't think he likes me."

"Why not?" I ask.

"He didnt even say anything to me." The kid says.

"Well, he was probably just in a hurry."

So I go looking for Steve and he's ran off to this gazeebo type thing. He's holding his neck/jaw line and his beard is gone. Gone completely. He's talking to someone and that someone leave. Steve sits down in a wicker chair and my Aunt Terre hands me a potholder soaked with antiseptic.

*shrug*

I walk over to Steve, gently placing the potholder to his jaw, where his beard oughta be. He's quite greatful.

"What happened?"

"The explosion messed up. Went off in my face."

His face looks pretty good for having been blown up in. It apparently burned his beard completely off, but it only looks like it's red from shaving it. The rest of his facial hair (IE the little mustache and eyebrows) is intact.

It stings, from his facial expressions, but doesn't hurt as much as you'd think. I keep dabbing his face. He doesn't make a move to take over himself.

"The kid thinks you hate him."

Steve gives a little 'Aw' laugh.

"What's his name again?" I ask. "I always forget."

"Anthony." Steve answers. "Why does he think that?"

"Cause you ran out yelling and didn't say anything to him."

"Well, i was hurtin'." Steve laughs again.

"He doesn't know that."

Richard Hunt walks over holding the back of his neck. "You too, huh?" He says to Steve, then turns around and crouchs so I can reach his neck. "Hit me with some of that too?"

I turn the pot holder over and tend to the back of Richard's neck. We have a small conversation, but I don't remember, partly because something loud starting happening and Richard wasn't speaking up over. Plus his back was to me.

Then I woke up cuz the one night I leave the phone in my room it decides to ring three times during the night but no more then two times each. (Once at 3:45, twice at about 6:30 or so, and again at 8:30).

Oh and I've got a shit load of Muppet/Muppeteer pictures from "Of Muppets and Men" and "The Works" cuz I finally got around to taking them. So I've got my frist Jim Henson icon and finally made the Dumbledore icon too. I made a new Richard Hunt one and I'll be making some more and posting them in