Completely Fucking Random

Sometimes I think my brain dies when I go to sleep and in its oxygen-deprived state these visions happen. Otherwise known as "dreams".

Last night I had two random dreams. I can't remember the exact specifics of them, but they were weird.

The first one was that I was living in Tokyo and staying with a friend. This friend of mine in the dream is a J-pop/Japanese Variety show idol that I adore, but whom I obviously don't actually KNOW. I mean, I think she's adorable and cool and if I were a guy I would have a huge crush on her but mostly I just want to hug her. Anyway, in this dream I was living with her at her apartment and were just doing stuff around town together. And we were talking about what kind of presents we'd need to buy eachother and I was all, I already know what you like (since I read the English translation of her blog, which is also why I adore her, she's so REAL and self-conscious and insecure, instead of a fake plastic celebrity. Hell she doesn't even see herself as a celebrity. But I'm digressing). So I listed off some stuff and she started at me with shock asking how I knew, and I said dude, I read your blog. And she was like, but you don't speak Japanese what? And I said about the English translations on the fansite of the company she used to work for... And she burst into tears over the fact that she had so many western fans. Then I must have been coming home because I was heading to the airport (which was right behind her apartment building, even though I hadn't heard ANY NOISE AT ALL while living there). Then I woke up.

I long to go to Japan. If I knew I could make it, I would consider going there to teach English...

Anyway. The second dream was totally random. I dreamed I was getting married and I was... somewhere with my granny rushing to finish getting ready because I was running late. No idea who the shit I was marrying since there are ZERO prospects on the horizon. I don't even KNOW any single straight men. My dress was some weird pink for some reason. And my grandmother kept bitching at me to do stuff, and that I was going to be late for my wedding, and I remember mumbling "this isn't MY wedding, it's YOUR wedding for me." Then I was doing my makeup, but left the eyeshadows I wanted somewhere else, so we went next door. And... the chick whose house it was... I think it was meant to be my aunt's friend who owns a salon, because she was a hairdresser, but the actual person living there was a character I'd created years ago for a story, and she looked exactly like Eliza Dushku. What the fuck is this about? Then I started putting eyeshadow on, and then panicked because I COULD NOT FIND MY PRIMER POTION OR PAINT POTS FOR A BASE OH NO.

At this point I woke up and went what the FUCK?