I bolted up in bed this morning after a bizarro nightmare which most certainly caused Random Panic.
As all of my nightmares of late include, my hair had been cut super short. Not that there’s anything wrong with short hair - I’ve had several sexy short versions myself. But for some reason, my recent nightmares always include my having been forced to cut it short. And it was bushy and wouldn't behave. Just sayin’ - I had to set the scene for you.
As you know, KISS is on submission with several people right now, so in the dream, one of the agents called and invited me over to her apartment to get her comments. Cool right?! But as I entered the tiny NY apartment, the nightmare began. Manuscripts littered the dusty floor and the agent and her co-agent/reading partner handed me a mess of paper. I took it (which morphed into about seven manuscripts) and went home to read it.
Back at home I couldn’t even find it in the mini slush pile, so I went back to the apartment where she and her co-agent were still hanging out. Let me add that they looked like they were 20 and they were slobs to say the least.
“I can’t find my manuscript?” I told them nervously.
The other girl looked annoyed. She took the seven manuscript mess from me, easily found mine, and handed it back to me. (naturally)
I looked at the blank pages. “There isn’t any writing on it? Did you like it? Are there problems?”
“We don’t like it,” she assured me and rolled her eyes in cliched boredom.
“Show her the movie,” the main agent said.
She nodded and after turning on some hideously loud rock music, she walked over to the corner where she cranked up one of those old school projectors that shows movies on the wall.
There, before my eyes, played the claymation version of KISS & TELL - except it was horrific! The clay people sometimes became real-ish (in a creepy way) and looked nothing like I had envisioned. Also, tons of scenes were missing. I can hardly describe it without having real panic that I somehow didn't convey what I should have. Whew!
These two agents made a claymation movie out of my baby and it sucked!!!!
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Woah there, sister. Are you eating a steak before bed? Tacos? Ingesting a lot of alcohol? I only ask because I hear that kinda stuff gives you the crazy dreams.
Isn't it amusing how our subconscious likes to screw around with us sometimes? Little bugger.
Hmmm.... Black beans.
Hilarious!
Oh! and it was after an especially hot HOT yoga class. Serious sweat drippage going on.
yep. Black beans + sweat = claymation nightmares
maybe the short hair nightmares are a result of the bald eye? some sort of connection there, surely. :)
All I can say is WOW. Your subconscious is like a creative volcano speweing away!
Lately I've been having dreams where we get "THE CALL" and we're so excited and discussing what the cover will look like, etc. etc.
And then I wake up to an empty inbox.
Damn subconscious.
This is hilarious!
I'm in Colorado with spotty wireless. We're sitting in front of the fireplace and it's forty degrees. Yum.
No dreams for me lately because I'm just not sleeping. Ha!!
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at least it got made into a movie. the claymation of christmas movies are classics!
Wow ... that is quite a dream!!! Love the picture you chose to accompany your dream recap ... we just saw that movie!
I find that when I dream about writing/submission stuff, the pages are either blank or I can see the writing but I cannot read the words! Sooooo frustrating.
But the whole claymation suck-fest....well, my friend, that's just weird!
I think you win weird-dream-of-the-week!
Good luck!
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