I feel... weird.
Jan. 21st, 2005 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
solidfoamsoulAnd incomplete. Because I didn't get to finish my dream last night, so... I dunno. But Jerry Nelson was hella-nice.
Here's my dream:
I stood in line, figiting. I was first in line. I was the line. No one else was around me... I stood there like an idiot watching Steve Whitmire talk to another man, who I didn't recognize, taking this oath. I don't know what it was for, but Steve Whitmire was 5 feet in front of my, on the steps of a brownstone house. Oddly, it stood alone. A hotel looking resturant stood behind me, mostly hiding the brownstone. I waited nervously in line. I was to audition for the Henson company and Steve was interveiwing me. But the oath wasn't finished yet.
Another person came up behind me, standing in line. Then another. I became increddibly nervous and ran away, to the resturant. I heard a farmillar voice and saw my friend Ali talking to someone who sounded like John Rhys-Davies, but looking like a cross between Zero Monstrel and Orsen Wells. They were having lunch on the porch. I stayed on the ground, not even bothering to interupt them by sitting with them.
"I can't do it!" I shouted to her.
"What?" Ali turned my way. The man with her looked at me confused, but wasn't angry.
"I can't... I can't believe this! Steve Whitmire is there!" I began to cry from aggrivation with my self, fear and furstration. "Steve fucking Whitmire, and I can't do this!"
Ali said something to me, maybe something like, "There somebody you should see." or something like that. i dont remember what. I remember walking into the resturant/hotel and walking to the kitchen. Jerry Nelson was standing by the frigerator which was a odd rusty green. Sort of teal, but not quite.
"Hey," He said and smiled at me. He looked much younger than his actual age now, which is around 65. His hair was gray and he still had all of it.
I don't know what I said to him, but pretty soon we were having a conversation about why I was there. I told him how nervous I was and how I shouldn't have even come here, I wasn't even close to being perpared. He told me about his first time puppeteering, but i don't remember anything he said.
Somehow we got around to talking about Fraggle Rock. I told him i did a decent Wembley, but it really wasn't that good. He wanted to hear it anyway. i did it and it came out really really good. I said i had never done it that well before. I asked him how he could do Robin and Gobo annd that I wanted to learn how to be that diverse.
"Well, alot of pratice," Jerry said. "It hurts sometimes, but whatever works."
That's when I woke up. But I remember seeing a picture on the fridge, wallet size, and somehow I knew it was Jerry's picture. (Perhaps he owned the hotel/resturant, i don't know.) It was a picture of Jim Henson in his early 20s, but with a beard. He had a graduation cap on (green) and he was holding a top hat with a black puppet cat inside it.
Quite confusing...
But while I felt i had the confidence to go back and audtion after Jerry's chat with me, I never did get to.
Ugh.
Current mood:
blah
Here's my dream:
I stood in line, figiting. I was first in line. I was the line. No one else was around me... I stood there like an idiot watching Steve Whitmire talk to another man, who I didn't recognize, taking this oath. I don't know what it was for, but Steve Whitmire was 5 feet in front of my, on the steps of a brownstone house. Oddly, it stood alone. A hotel looking resturant stood behind me, mostly hiding the brownstone. I waited nervously in line. I was to audition for the Henson company and Steve was interveiwing me. But the oath wasn't finished yet.
Another person came up behind me, standing in line. Then another. I became increddibly nervous and ran away, to the resturant. I heard a farmillar voice and saw my friend Ali talking to someone who sounded like John Rhys-Davies, but looking like a cross between Zero Monstrel and Orsen Wells. They were having lunch on the porch. I stayed on the ground, not even bothering to interupt them by sitting with them.
"I can't do it!" I shouted to her.
"What?" Ali turned my way. The man with her looked at me confused, but wasn't angry.
"I can't... I can't believe this! Steve Whitmire is there!" I began to cry from aggrivation with my self, fear and furstration. "Steve fucking Whitmire, and I can't do this!"
Ali said something to me, maybe something like, "There somebody you should see." or something like that. i dont remember what. I remember walking into the resturant/hotel and walking to the kitchen. Jerry Nelson was standing by the frigerator which was a odd rusty green. Sort of teal, but not quite.
"Hey," He said and smiled at me. He looked much younger than his actual age now, which is around 65. His hair was gray and he still had all of it.
I don't know what I said to him, but pretty soon we were having a conversation about why I was there. I told him how nervous I was and how I shouldn't have even come here, I wasn't even close to being perpared. He told me about his first time puppeteering, but i don't remember anything he said.
Somehow we got around to talking about Fraggle Rock. I told him i did a decent Wembley, but it really wasn't that good. He wanted to hear it anyway. i did it and it came out really really good. I said i had never done it that well before. I asked him how he could do Robin and Gobo annd that I wanted to learn how to be that diverse.
"Well, alot of pratice," Jerry said. "It hurts sometimes, but whatever works."
That's when I woke up. But I remember seeing a picture on the fridge, wallet size, and somehow I knew it was Jerry's picture. (Perhaps he owned the hotel/resturant, i don't know.) It was a picture of Jim Henson in his early 20s, but with a beard. He had a graduation cap on (green) and he was holding a top hat with a black puppet cat inside it.
Quite confusing...
But while I felt i had the confidence to go back and audtion after Jerry's chat with me, I never did get to.
Ugh.
Current mood:
blah
