Crazy Dreams Part 23,481,109
In which:
My little sister goes on Cupcake Wars. Her company is called JeniBean’s Cupcakes. She used all natural flavors and her cupcakes were made of gluten-free, sustainable organic products. Except when she had to use whatever weird ingredient the producers deemed necessary. They were gorgeous cupcakes, too.
She won. And she brought them to a party for a concert for the band Mana, which I happened to be photographing for the second time. We were eating pizza during a break when she showed up with dessert. Then I had a moment of panic over the lighting of dancers. I had a lighting director on board and he said we’d be okay. “I got the lighting set for after break. Just relax and enjoy. It’s giong to be a long shoot. The guys loved you last time. You’re doing great this time.” And I was. It was a huge deal because it’s Mana! And there’s so much to get done and do right! (If you’ve never watched one of their videos, you just…don’t know.)
Alrighty, then.
Afterwards, I went back to my new apartment that I shared with an old roommate from Vegas. A yucky former roommate. Not the good one. Blech. But I was having a new bed delivered and was excited only to walk into my room and discover it was nowhere near ready for the delivery. Then I got a call from the delivery guys…also people I know (musicians working day jobs???) and they said they were near. I panic and attempt to get my room in order. Now the room suddenly has three big closets, one very big dresser, and stacks of clothing everywhere. This shouldn’t be happening because 1) I don’t own that many clothes, and 2) I try to call the guys back and suddenly my phone doesn’t work. It’s a floppy phone. I run into the living room to borrow the roommate’s phone and he’s now transformed into a Mexican family that doesn’t speak much English. I run outside to find the delivery guys. One of the guys has now turned into Matthew Gray Gubler as Spencer Reid on Criminal Minds. This concerns me. But only because I’m certain someone’s after me. I mean, he wouldn’t be there otherwise, right? Eh, turns out even the esteemed doctor needs to get away from profiling bad guys and saving people and just wants to have a “fun” job every now and again.
I get my bed. Dr Reid fixes my phone. We eat cupcakes with Mana again and my sister is happy she won the competition. The former roommate I didn’t like? He faded into nothing. I think he went looking for Paula Deen’s cupcakes instead.
Yes, there IS something on my mind. No, I’m not telling you what it is. YET.
But enjoy two Mana videos.
Now you see why I’d love to photograph them?
Wow. I think I’d prefer not sleeping to crazy, crazy dreams… didn’t sleep much last night b/c of too much pizza… but at least no crazies…
Comment by pam — 2012/11/04 @ 13:06
MMM! PIZZA! I need pizza! I’ve been promised pizza for weeks now and I’m ready. Readier than ever.
The dream wasn’t bad at all, since there were cupcakes and pizza. And a cool job. However, the awful roommate made me do a bit of reflection.
I’ve had weirder dreams, but I can’t remember them now. Oh! And lately, the dream factor has been upped. I think because my meds are all out of whack. I don’t sleep much, but when I do it’s odd sleep.
Comment by Da Goddess — 2012/11/04 @ 20:03