And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives

I had a dream the other night that featured Steve Whitmire. I knew him in this dream, apparently, but only aquintence wise or through someone else because I was supposed to be meeting him, in person for the first time. Well me and someone I don't know, who I aparently did and knew Steve, were waiting for Steve to get to the farm we were at. There was a long dirt road, kinda busy for a dirt road and we were watching cars go buy.

A green broke down piece of junk starts heading down, kicking dirt up everywhere.

Friend: "Is that him?" *squint*
Me: *squint* "Nah, that can't be him."

[CUT TO]

Steve, driving with both hands at 10 and 2, short hair and a goatee. Plus he's dropped about 20 pounds. And I do mean short. Like Bryan Singer short.

Me: *disappointed and dismayed* "It is him."

Steve: *jumps off a really big stunt ramp that appears from nowhere.*

The car lands, pieces fall off and he gets out of the car.

Then I woke up, because I woke up like, five times. I had about seven different dreams. One of which included Bruce Campbell, Ted and Sam Raimi and some kittens and theives.

The last night I had a dream that the cast of Hercules was in the musical episode of Xena called "Lyre, Lyre, Hearts of Fire." Of course Michael Hurst played The Widow Twanky and not Iolaus.

Speaking of which, I need ideas for this icon:



And finally,
The West Jersey Animal Shelter is closing at the end of this month. The Pennsauken, NJ shelter had it's license revoked due to unkept and dangerous conditions for the animals. There are currently 31 dogs and 5 cats on the premises that are in desperate need of adoption. If these animals are not adopted by the end of the month, they will be euthanized.

The West Jersey Animal Shelter is open for adoptions Monday through Friday from 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. and from 11 a.m. until 5 p.m. on Saturdays and Sundays. Phone (856) 486-2180.

I DON'T CARE WHERE YOU LIVE; WE'VE ALL GOT FRIENDS ON OUR LISTS FROM ALL OVER THE USA. PLEASE REPOST. EVERY REPOST COULD SAVE A ANIMAL'S LIFE.

Even if you can't adopt an animal, please repost this. Eventually it will reach someone who can. Even if only one pet is adopted, that's still a big difference for that animal's life.



Current mood: lazy

Had an odd "Night Court" dream. well, it might not sound odd now, but there was more too it to make it odd, but I don't really remember much of it.

Here's what I do know:

I was apparently working at the court house. Doing what I have no idea. Anyway, some man had come into Harry's court with a baby and ended up leaving it. Bull takes it upon himself to take care of the kid, although everyone tells him he can't. HArry agrees to let Bull 'babysit' the kid while he straightens out legl stuff and figure out where the kid's father is. Meanwhile, dinner. Everyone, except for myself and Bull head down to the cafeteria. Harry leaves too, but to look for the father.

So Bull and I are talking in the hallway infront of Harry's office and Bull is quite upset and trying to get the baby to stop crying. Soon, the dad finds us. Bull yells at him for abandoning his child and for generally not providing for the kid, etc. I tell Bull to keep the dad there and I leave to find Harry.

I head for the cafeteria since someone else would have a better idea of where Harry went that I do, but find the entire place generally kidnapped. And I found Harry, handcuffed to Dan. Everyone's handcuffed to everyone else but for some reason no one bothered to leave, or find the keys to the cuffs. But I dont have the time and take Dan and Harry back to the hallway where I had left Bull.

Bull's gone and the dad's on the ground unconcious. So, Harry, Dan and I run about the place to find Bull. Taking some stairs up, we finally find him. Harry says something to Bull about being rash and stupid and Bull, quite angry, gives Harry a push. Dan smirks about to comment about Bull being a brute but he falls too, down the flight of stairs we had just climbed up. I see if Harry and Dan are okay and Bull flees.

Then I woke up.

Bah.

Then I had some boring dream about work and tea bags.


Current mood: dorky

I have the strangest dreams, I tell ya.

Really. Here goes the ones from last night.

For some reason, I was at Ozzy Osborne's house. Sharron and I were talking about cooking and her dogs or something. Ozzy wanders in and says he's gotta take a break for a while and Sharron say's it's fine. Then turns to me and asks if it's okay if i drive Ozzy back home. (My home.) Apparently my brother Aaron is good friends with Ozzy and Ozzy occansional spends nights at our house when he needs to just get away. "Sure," I say, "But Aaron's not home."

"Oh, that's okay." Ozzy says and walks back upstairs to pack.

"Dont forget your toothbrush!" Sharron calls kindly.


Ozzy's sitting in the passenger seat of my car, I'm driving him home. The trips not long and oddly enough "Crazy Train" is playing on the radio.

We get home and walk into Aaron's room, where Ozzy will be sleeping. He turns on the TV and sits down. (There's no TV in Aaron's room anymore.) To our delight, we're just home in time for The Muppet's version of Whose Line is it Anyway? Or Drew Carey's Green Scene, but the screen's blue. In any case, I remember Kermit Bean Bunny and Gonzo doing something like a Whose Line game. But i don't remember what.

Then I look to my left, where Ozzy's sitting, only to see that Ozzy's no longer there and I'm no longer in my brother's room.


I'm in a lounge area, in fact, I believe it's the lounge area for The Muppet Show performers. (The one Richard's sitting at reading the paper with the Sweetums bottom half on. You know the picture.) I am not phased by this in anyway. Sometime has passed and I'm sitting on the couch with my pal Ali, who's sitting at the other end. A TV is not too far away and we're watching the newest Muppet movie, or special, or something. We have to write a reveiw, summery, or something, about it to give to excutives of something. But the guy we're waiting for hasn't arrived. but we're not too worried cause he's not an excutive, just a good friend, who couldnt wait to see how this project turned out. Plus we can't wait for him to see our puppeteering. This project is our first performances.

I look to the TV, then back to Ali, only Jim Henson has suddenly appeared and is kind of blocking the veiw of her. No worries though, I was about to ask her when she'd think he'd come.

"Sorry I'm late." He says and leaves it at that, giving the TV his full attention. He streches one arm across the back of the couch, behind Ali, the other in his lap. He's in the same sweater and looks like he did in the "Secret of the Muppets" episode of the Jim Henson Hour. (It's the only episode I've seen so far, but i heard he does intros for all of them.)

The only scene I remember is one where Animal reveals his true self. The top of his skull lifts away and his brain rises out of his head. It glows and spinal nerves rip from the body, swinging around like a tail. WEIRDED OUT! The brain glows and the glow pulses when it speak. It has the voice of Frank Oz!

"I am not Animal, as you have named me. But i am a creature from another universe and I've had to use this body until i was able to return home. My true name is RS-5."

The clip ends and I turn to Jim, "So what did you think of that."

He considers it for a moment and just before I think I'll be answered with a "Hmmm..." he speaks, "It's the creative proccess about the group that I like. I'm glad that's still here." But it's obvious he's not quite thrilled with the decision about Animal. Neither are we for that matter. That part was entirely new to us, since we weren't there when it was shot. And since it was mostly CGI.

I look at the clock about the doorway and then to Jim and Ali. "Well, Jim, we have to meet with those excutives now."

He nods, "I'd discuss the ending a little more before committing to it." The ending of course being the Animal/alien thing. jim knows we don't like it and doesn't want us to agree to use it if we don't. For some reason i get the feeling that Frank didn't like doing it either and for some other reason I have the feeling that Jim knows too.

Ali and I stand to go and Jim waves to us before fading away. We're not shocked or paused. He does this alot, helping with production decisions and the like. He's dead, sure, but still likes to help. And as far as we know, no one knows about his visits except us. Strange.

So we head to the other portion of the studio where the higher-ups are. I just remember speaking to a Asian lady and telling her that Jim--I mean, we and possibly Frank, weren't too happy with the ending. She gives us a strange look, then writes it down...

Then I woke up, feeling quite happy.


Outside of dream world, however, I didn't get much done with my "Your Face" logo. My biggest mistakes is that I forgot i can't draw. But i will try my damnest, damnit! Scooter's jacket and glasses and Richard's hat will be in my logo if it's the last thing i do! But it will probably just be the hat and Jacket. If I can't do those, then I throw in the glasses and call it a day. Maybe. We'll see.

So now, I've gota motor on to mommy's school. because she has a zip-drive, and no one else does. Well, the comps we use for slass do of course, but they don't have internet access or another kind of drive. Peachy.

I need to go before i get stuck in traffic.


Current mood: busy

And 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