Baby Luke Wilson Jesus

I dreamt I was pregnant. And I didn’t know my baby-daddy that well. He was cute – tall, thin, handsome, but I felt estranged from him. We were sitting in a public sort of library-esque living room, with a tree in it. A sort of therapist woman said to me about the baby-daddy: Here, sit on his lap, right here, against this tree, and share with him how you’re feeling. The daddy leaned against the tree, I climbed onto his lap, and he hugged me around my belly. I said, well….so much has been going on! It’s crazy growing a little baby in there. Blah blah blah. We talked about how we were both feeling and I thought to myself, “I wish Danny was the baby’s daddy, this guy is so aloof.”

Then we both looked down at the side of my belly and gasped! There was a clear plastic window in my side, exposing the clear watery womb within! And there was the baby, sort of hanging in a hammock underwater! We gasped! He was so tiny! But not like a baby at all! “He’s a boy! No – he’s more like a man! A tiny man! With a beard and mustache!” we cried out. Lying underwater was a tiny man, the size of a Ken doll. He looked just like actor Luke Wilson, but with a long Jesus beard and scraggly grown-out brown hair. Oh my!! Then he looked through the plastic at us and made a panicked expression. He pulled his umbilical cord from his belly, like unplugging from a space ship. He was fully dressed. He then bolted from my belly and started running across the room. We chased – knocking by other people sitting in tables and chairs and drawing some attention. He reached the other side of the room and managed to scale the wall before we could grab him.

He had found a tiny doll-sized suitcase and things to pack in it. He’d also found a long wintry woolen trench coat and underclothes. He layered his clothing, and packed everything he could into his tiny suitcase, and yelled at us from atop the very high bookshelf. “I’ve spent four long years trapped in there, and if it kills me, I’m headed out now to cross the desert!” We knew he was wearing way too many warm layers for desert heat and felt instinctively that he was on a deliberate suicide mission. “No, we cried! You can’t! You’ll die!”

Cat with a Camera on its Head

I'm not really sure what I'm going to say here, but I think it's gonna have to be brief. Because all I want to give you is an image of a cat with a camera on its head.

I like it. Don't you?

Where I got it was...well, I wish I could tell you the whole thing, but he's kind of private.

So, my friend who will go unnamed....he watched this movie about validation, and then went to sleep and had this amazingly long and vivid dream, that was actually really validating. He didn't mention that when he told me, but now I see it.
It entailed traveling and music and cooking and meeting new people and parties...and in the beginning, he meets a cook at a restaurant, and then sees the cook perform in a band...then wakes up in the cook's apartment. The cook's girlfriend tells my friend to call her sometime as she left. The cook had three cats, and one had a camera on top of its head.
The main scene of the dream was really later, when he runs back into his ex-gf and her parents, and the parents first think that he's tracked them down like a stalker, but he gets to explain that really he's just on tour as a musician and bumped into them by chance...and they are impressed, and they tell him that they can't put their fingers on it, but that he ( my friend) has changed somehow for the better since they last saw him (breakup)...that he seems wiser, more mature, more spiffed up and together, confident.
Yeah! What could be more validating than your ex-lover's parents telling you that you seem magically different and improved since they saw you dating their daughter?
I dunno, maybe lots of things. But I love dreams, and I love the visual of the cat with a camera on its head. Especially since it plays no other part, and the camera wasn't like a plot prop or anything. Just something my friend casually noticed in the corner...in his dreams...before getting validated.
Oh! I could add this. After watching validation short film, and having validating dream, my friend went around and wrote validating emails and comments to his friends! I love it!
I validated him too. I'm gonna show off the one he wrote to me here:

"You have a superb talent for creativity, a knack for attracting wonderful unique experiences to yourself and everyone around you. You're a great leader and are full of energy! GO!"

What also comes to mind about my friend - since I mentioned him being private, and this is a blog - is this fact, which I also love: He has a blog, but it goes by a different name - his friend's name. And he blogs things that come out of his friend's mouth - unedited, just as they are. But the friend has no idea!
Somehow it seems related....or there's some circle getting completed here....that I just blogged the personal dream of the friend who only blogs his friend's words under his friend's name. Maybe I'm the new secret outlet for my friend's own thoughts!
I'll blog for him, and he'll blog for his friend.......
Hmmmm.........
Well, don't hold yer breaths, folks! This is, after all, my second post in my LIFE. :-)
I'm trying to pick up the pace.

Lo and Behold!

After a decade on the fence - yeah right, I exaggerate. Please - you must begin to acclimate yourself to this, or you will be constantly disappointed. I am a fan of hyperbole. If I am to ever give up coffee, let me have this one last vice. (Again - I exaggerate. As if I only have one vice left!) There you go. Getting the hang of that?
I know I'm only talking to myself. I'm rationalizing my own tendency to overstate to myself, in public.
Oy veh. I am NOT used to the phenomenon of blogging. I've stayed away, because it just seems too suited to me. Letting myself have access to a blog outlet scares me. But something just inspired me. I think it was music. Oh yes, so I was inspired to finally blog, because I wanted to share the ideas and thoughts that go on behind the end resulting music. I find it fascinating when other songwriters share, and so I'm doing unto others as I'd like them to do unto me. I'm blogging anything that seems remotely 'behind the scenes.' I'm telling you, whoever you are, what I'd love to hear from all the musicians I listen to. I'm not yet sure what that is exactly. But here's to me somehow, slowly figuring that out.
Tonight I named the blog. This is all on a whim, by the way. To suddenly and swiftly blog? That wasn't on my agenda for the evening. But I was looking up Bon Iver, because a friend pointed out that a song off of his new EP sounded like Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek song. It does. They're both great. I really don't mind if something good sounds like something else good. You will also notice, you reader you - that I am really not big on poopooing anything creative. So anyway, I looked up Bon Iver, and discovered his blog. It had a name that wasn't Bon Iver. So then I had an epiphany! Hey! I didn't have to name my own blog, Blue Rabbit! So I didn't.
I tried to name it Lo and Behold! I would love my blog to be named that for many reasons, though I won't go into them, because as you can see, it didn't happen.
However, what DID happen, is I found the blogger who took my name of choice, and had to spend the next 45 minutes absolutely riveted and absorbed in this guy's life - in 2004. I just lived four months of some guy's life in 2004. Man, blogging is weird! I now know every detail of his monthly budget, and the shape of his coworkers nipples! Even the fabric of her shirt. I know how he brushed shoulders with his 'platonic' female friend, and how this made them both stop and stand awkwardly for a moment. I know that he was overjoyed to finally have a sexually arrousing dream, and that the cool thing was that it was actually with his own real-life wife. I know that they were debating giving up their pet turtles due to a budget crunch, that his wife should work out more in his opinion, that when he gets home at 930 he's too pooped to have sex, but even if he did muster the strength to lift up her shirt, he wouldn't be able to tell the breasts from the belly rolls. Her face is gorgeous though. At least, that's what he told me. That's what he told all of us! How odd is this. Everyone writing their very most private thoughts in the most public place possible. More public than any bathroom stall. I know, I know. This is reaaaaaally old news. Well this is still new to me. This is why I've stayed away. How could I - how will I - find any time for reality when the personal diaries of strangers are everywhere, calling me.
Anyway, so check it out if you want. I highly recommend it. Lo and Behold! The blog that would've been mine, had this one guy not been slightly agitated and depressed in 2004.
If you do read it, check out the Eiffel Tower dream he had. I think it's cool that he dreamt all this shit about the Eiffel Tower, woke up, and then promptly researched it some more in real life. I like that. That made him so likeable to me.

Then I decided - briefly - to name the blog Take the Stairs, after my music publishing company. Even though, half of me was screaming "nooooooo, don't name your personal outlet after a freaking business..nononononon".....but I did it anyway. I often do stuff while half of me is screaming internally in protest. Is this typical? Please comment. That one went to somebody super private and no fun. It just said I wasn't invited to read it. So I went with its matching catch phrase/ tagline instead - In Case of Fire. And when I did try it, it was again, taken by someone who it seemed had only written one post, and again, it was in 2004. So then, I had this fleeting odd thought: "Am I somehow channeling 2004? As in, am I subconsciously stuck in a time warp, and that all the ideas that are floating into my head are actually ideas that circulated the collective consciousness in 2004?"
My next fleeting thought was, "Naaaaah."
So then I succombed to what was probably the obvious choice all along - to go with the name of my eternal blog-in-theory. I started a blog (by same name) and then only blogged once. I let it sit there for years unchanged, then took it down. And wait! That was in 2004. Maybe time stood still for me, for just a minute, so that I could cycle back around and pick up where I left off. Hello 2004! Goodbye, 2004! Hello blog! Hello world! Hello me! Hello new President!
Goodnight.