Celebrities Take Notice Of Me
Feb. 19th, 2004 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gementApparently my subconscious is trying to tell me that I am special and worthy of notice...
Last night I dreamed that Bill Clinton stopped by specifically to talk to me. My lord, he was charismatic. Almost hair-standing-on-end charismatic. Most of it was the full attention and respect he was aiming at me.
I could tell it was deliberate. I'm a fairly average person in a fairly average situation, but apparently I was a 4th degree connection of someone politically important, and so we had a good half hour chat about how a job hunt can be likened to a political campaign, which was very inspiring and made me want to work much much harder at job hunting.
Does it make sense to say that he had the knack of sincerity? If I'd said "you're just here because I'm connected to so-and-so," he would have cheerfully acknowledged it, but I still had this half hour of his time, and he was actually interested in hearing about my problems and giving suggestions. If he's anything like that in reality, it makes a lot of sense out of most of his career.
There was one strange bit at the end of that dream segment. We had wandered into an empty auditorium, and a toothpaste company was running a promotion on this new gel that you just rub on your teeth with your fingers. It tasted like plastic bubble gum and reminded me of Purell. It was translucent lavender. Former President Clinton and I were looking at this stuff and laughing because it was so surreal.
I mentioned its resemblance to Purell. He blinked. "That's... not the comparison I would have made." Can't make cum jokes when you're Former President Clinton.
"Oh! I bet you thought it looked like the Joker's snot." Thus, I managed to bust Bill Clinton up laughing, and there ended the dream segment.
And finally, I dreamed I got a call from Neil Gaiman. The phone was crackling in a trans-Atlantic way (he's British, you know, even if he does live near Minneapolis), so I couldn't really enjoy his voice, but he called me.
Particularly, he called because I'd left a question for his blog (In brief, "why did you lie at the end of Dream Hunters?") that he did not wish to answer in the public blog, but did want to tell me. Yes, I really did send in this question. No, I still don't have a real answer. If any fellow fans have an answer, please do ring in.
In this dream, though, he seemed to have lost his usually masterful powers of succinct summary, and had to back up seven chapters of the story to tell me how it was supposed to go in the first place. This would eventually lead to answering my question, though it never did. Still, Gaiman telling me unpublished plot lines? I'm not complaining.
He made me promise not to tell anyone else the details of the plot, but I don't remember the details, so that's alright. I know it had something to do with civil war in China, though. He told me seven chapters of it over that crackling, muttering phone line. My neck was cricked, my ear was getting sore from holding the phone, but I really didn't care.
An observation: For several years now, I've been of the opinion that if some kind of anthropomorphic personification had to be in charge of the Universe, my vote is for Sandman's Death. She's got all the qualities I feel a personified God should go with.
So does a dreamed call from Gaiman explaining alternate realities qualify as apocrypha of some kind? He's the meta-creator, after all, and the dream definitely had the flavor of Imparting the Mysteries.
Don't mind me. I just woke up.
Last night I dreamed that Bill Clinton stopped by specifically to talk to me. My lord, he was charismatic. Almost hair-standing-on-end charismatic. Most of it was the full attention and respect he was aiming at me.
I could tell it was deliberate. I'm a fairly average person in a fairly average situation, but apparently I was a 4th degree connection of someone politically important, and so we had a good half hour chat about how a job hunt can be likened to a political campaign, which was very inspiring and made me want to work much much harder at job hunting.
Does it make sense to say that he had the knack of sincerity? If I'd said "you're just here because I'm connected to so-and-so," he would have cheerfully acknowledged it, but I still had this half hour of his time, and he was actually interested in hearing about my problems and giving suggestions. If he's anything like that in reality, it makes a lot of sense out of most of his career.
There was one strange bit at the end of that dream segment. We had wandered into an empty auditorium, and a toothpaste company was running a promotion on this new gel that you just rub on your teeth with your fingers. It tasted like plastic bubble gum and reminded me of Purell. It was translucent lavender. Former President Clinton and I were looking at this stuff and laughing because it was so surreal.
I mentioned its resemblance to Purell. He blinked. "That's... not the comparison I would have made." Can't make cum jokes when you're Former President Clinton.
"Oh! I bet you thought it looked like the Joker's snot." Thus, I managed to bust Bill Clinton up laughing, and there ended the dream segment.
And finally, I dreamed I got a call from Neil Gaiman. The phone was crackling in a trans-Atlantic way (he's British, you know, even if he does live near Minneapolis), so I couldn't really enjoy his voice, but he called me.
Particularly, he called because I'd left a question for his blog (In brief, "why did you lie at the end of Dream Hunters?") that he did not wish to answer in the public blog, but did want to tell me. Yes, I really did send in this question. No, I still don't have a real answer. If any fellow fans have an answer, please do ring in.
In this dream, though, he seemed to have lost his usually masterful powers of succinct summary, and had to back up seven chapters of the story to tell me how it was supposed to go in the first place. This would eventually lead to answering my question, though it never did. Still, Gaiman telling me unpublished plot lines? I'm not complaining.
He made me promise not to tell anyone else the details of the plot, but I don't remember the details, so that's alright. I know it had something to do with civil war in China, though. He told me seven chapters of it over that crackling, muttering phone line. My neck was cricked, my ear was getting sore from holding the phone, but I really didn't care.
An observation: For several years now, I've been of the opinion that if some kind of anthropomorphic personification had to be in charge of the Universe, my vote is for Sandman's Death. She's got all the qualities I feel a personified God should go with.
So does a dreamed call from Gaiman explaining alternate realities qualify as apocrypha of some kind? He's the meta-creator, after all, and the dream definitely had the flavor of Imparting the Mysteries.
Don't mind me. I just woke up.
