Last night I dreamt that I had Eliza Dushku's AOL screenname and we were IMing. She seemed to know me but not too well. It was one of those IM conversations where one person blathers on a lot about her life (Eliza) while the other person is doing other things and interjecting the occasional "uh-huh" or "really? wow!" (me). At one point she mentioned that she had seen my "work" (i.e. that I had acted in something on TV) and I was like, what is she talking about? Then I started telling her that I needed to keep a close eye on my grandma while she was with my brother, because grandma has dementia (true). But the dream-brother was actually Isaac. Then he turned into my actual brother, and Eliza showed up for real and we chatted, then she left and my brother and I had a mini-argument over whether Eliza is hot. (Duh!) Alas, I didn't have the opportunity to get naked with Eliza ... snif.
I imagine that dream was probably triggered by my learning yesterday that Eliza is going to be on "That 70s Show" in the near future. Yay! Hmm, first Seth Green, then Alyson Hanigan, now Eliza -- "That 70s Show" is really turning into a guest-role haven for former BTVS actors, isn't it?
I also had a bizarre dream where I was in my apartment and noticed someone else walking around, and it was another me. I was all annoyed at her and telling her to go away, but she was like, "I can't, I'm baking cookies." Then some other stuff happened that's hard to describe but it involved a thunderstorm where everything outside suddenly turned dark and the wind was whipping stuff around, and it was creepy like a horror movie. I'm sure this says something deep, or at least deeply embarrassing, about my psyche....
I imagine that dream was probably triggered by my learning yesterday that Eliza is going to be on "That 70s Show" in the near future. Yay! Hmm, first Seth Green, then Alyson Hanigan, now Eliza -- "That 70s Show" is really turning into a guest-role haven for former BTVS actors, isn't it?
I also had a bizarre dream where I was in my apartment and noticed someone else walking around, and it was another me. I was all annoyed at her and telling her to go away, but she was like, "I can't, I'm baking cookies." Then some other stuff happened that's hard to describe but it involved a thunderstorm where everything outside suddenly turned dark and the wind was whipping stuff around, and it was creepy like a horror movie. I'm sure this says something deep, or at least deeply embarrassing, about my psyche....