Senators and Homeless People

I dreamed last night that my college diploma was deemed invalid so I had to go back to Berry College to take an economics class. The Chairman of Georgia's Senate Judiciary Committee (a friend) was my economics professor. Berry College is huge (the biggest campus in the world actually) and I couldn't find my shoes and it made me move around like molasses. And apparently the City of Atlanta decided to solve its homelessness problem by dropping off all these street people at Berry. They kept chasing me. The Chairman/economics professor drove an SUV and picked me up as I was being chased. I was grateful, but then I saw another state senator who I hate was in the front seat - this guy spits when he talks and gets bright red and sounds like a lunatic ranting and raving- very unpleasant. So I got back out of the SUV- I chose homeless chasers over crazy Senator Wiles!!!!

Star Wars

I wrote about this on my blog, but it's a pretty great dream so I'm posting it here too.

I think the dream I had last night describes my current state of mind pretty well.

I dreamed that I had a Darth Vader Pez dispenser. When I opened the head, instead of a pez it was my boyfriend Tom's head coming out. He had a completely expressionless face. I closed it and opened it again and it was Barack Obama's head, but he had a giant toothy smile on his face.

And that was it.

Celebrity Dreams

I have been having a lot of guest stars in my dreams lately. I've also been having a hard time remembering all of them because they all seem to be super long and detailed.

Last night I dreamed about Lyle Lovett. He was at this huge beach side house that was all white. Everything inside was white. He was inviting people over to talk about a new book he was writing called "Sex, Lies and Money." One of the people he invited over was Brooke Shields and she was dressed in all black. A lot of other stuff happened in this dream, but I can't remember any of it.

I had a dream a couple days ago that I was at an outdoor presidential debate. Except the people debating were Barack Obama and George W. Bush. The even was on a closed off street. Bush and Obama were seated at long tables across from each other. The tables were decorated red, white and blue and they had big microphones. There was a huge crowd behind both men. I don't remember much of the debate, but there was a part where Bush was attacking Obama for being too liberal. Obama responded by saying Bush was too "Masonry" to which the crowd ooohed like that was a huge insult. In the dream I appeared to know what that meant and it has something to do with religion? Like Freemasons? Or like building structures? Weird. I really wish I remembered more of the debate.

There was another one with Mariah Carey and Ani Difranco but I cannot remember any of it! Damn, it had to be good.

Rats, Braless, Barack

Lori's dream about rats reminded me that I had a similar dream where there were rats everywhere - but they were more like cute animated rats, likely because I watched Ratatouille the night before.

For some reason I'm only remembering snippets of dreams this week:

- at some point of a much more involved dream, I realized that all of a sudden my bra was gone. My shirt was still on, but the girls were free and I remember folding my arms over my chest and scampering away. Yes, scampering.

- I was at a counter where this saleswoman was trying to get me to sign up for a new credit card. She was listing all the perks that come with it, tickets to shows, hotel discounts but also you get to train with Michael Jordan and live with Barack Obama.

Haunted by Georgia Politicians

I keep dreaming about politicians. Which I know is sorta like "duh" considering my line of work- politics for your suckers who don't know me. Nevertheless, even for me its too much.

I dreamed about Bob Barr the other night. He was wearing a super sharp suit that I later realized was the same wone worn by civil rights leader Rev. Tim MacDonald last weekend- royal blue with white pinstripes, an ivory vest with big gold buttons (to match the gold watch chain), and a teal and royal blue striped tie. I turned to my friend and said "You know, Bob Barr's stylist is a genius for shopping at stores for black men. So much more... je ne sais quoi." Are you kidding me? Je ne sais quois?? Yikes.

Then I had another dream that Vernon Jones was courting my parents to try to get an endorsement from them. I burst into their little barbeque yelling about "We're a Jim Martin family! He's Jack's brother!"

So passionate. Jeez.

Teeth and Barack

I had a dream where all my teeth were falling out. I was so freaked out and kept telling myself in my dream that if I just woke up it would be okay. I have weird teeth dreams every couple years.

In the middle of the dream I look up from my handful of newly lost teeth and see Barack Obama was there. I'm not sure but it looked to me like he was showing off his pearly whites. What a diva!

In Bed with the Rats

this is actually from 4/11/08

I had a set of awful dreams last night - the kind where you wake up, tell yourself it isn't real, then fall back asleep and dream the whole same damn thing all over again.

My dream was that I was in this courtyard and I was trying to get to a legislator's house. I don't know who the legislator is but there is a sense of urgency that if I don't get there something terrible will happen.

In the dream I'm wearing my super cute vintage green heels and I have to hop around all these dark spots on the path. As I move forward, I start to think that the spots are blood. Ick. As I get closer I realize that what I am seeing are the decapitated (for lack of better words) tails of rats. Vomit.

I am literally playing hopscotch trying to avoid the rat pieces that are multiplying by the moment, trying to keep my lunch down. Finally I reach a house that would otherwise be beautiful if it wasn't covered in dead rat mass. There was a veranda framed by wisteria- but hell, even the beauty and fragrance of wisteria can't cover up this mess.

When I walk inside the house, I feel a formidable sense of dread. There is nowhere to sit down or move to- as now I can see where the rat bodies previously attached to the tails have accumulated.

I am scared, nervous, apprehensive. I'm about to meet someone who is bad enough that they would actually live in this hellhole.

Around the corner of the room peeks Georgia Speaker of the House Glenn Richardson. That's when I wake up in terror, drenched.