If you haven’t heard about the “Celeb Chronicles”, it is simply because it’s slightly embarrassing. I have to admit that I’ve read my fair share of gossip rags and that’s sometimes difficult to admit! The dreams themselves are usually so darn silly, but so real at times. Theymake me slightly afraid, but, at the same time, they also intrigue me in some strange way. If that makes any sense at all!
I often have repeat celebs that come back for a series of dreams or some that just pop in randomly throughout the years. I think the first series of dreams was back in the early 90′s and it involved Slash, from Guns and Roses. He was my boyfriend. We liked to play softball at Foothill School with all my friends. He gave me a diamond ring and the diamond kept falling out. Sort of a big red flag, dontcha think? Slash broke it off with me after about 5-6 dreams, over a few months. He simply left the country without telling me. Broke my dream heart, but I got over it.
The strangest part about it was that I was not even slightly a fan of Guns and Roses, but in my dreams I was their Numero Uno Fan! Trust me, in real life, that hair and that hat were not even a little bit sexy to me. Not sure how it all translated to love in my dreams, but it did. Big, huge hair love!
I remember my friend, Beach, got me a dream journal to write down my celeb dreams. He was captivated by my re-telling of the dreams. I did use the journal for a few years, but have no idea where it ended up. Eric used to crack up over my Britney Spears dreams. He thought I was a kook, and the dreams just confirmed it all for him.
So the dreams have continued over the years. I can go months without having them and then all of a sudden they come from out of nowhere. No rhyme or reason to them. They almost always make me scratch my head and try to imagine what was going on in my life and mind at the time of the dream.
This past week I have had two celeb dreams.
Was it the hot, hot heat that caused my brain to think that Kurt Russel was my best friend/suitor? He followed me from Safeway to the Beach Club to the boat launch, professing his love for me. He knew that we were just friends and that I was married, but he didnt want to go back to Los Angeles without sharing his feelings with me. You know, on the off chance that he might have a shot at me. I guess Goldie was off shooting a movie somewhere or something. It was funny to find myself sitting on the beach with Kurt. Funny to find myself telling him that I was in love with my husband and my daughter. Funny to have to let Kurt know that it just couldnt work out for us. I tried to let him down gently.
We came from two different worlds. I felt myself slipping at times and wondering if it could possibly work out. Actually, pondering it and coming to the conclusion that in another time and another place it might have worked out, but alas, I was spoken for. We enjoyed our time together, soaking up the sun, having icy cold drinks and hanging out at the bar at the Beach Club. What a dork. I always feel so lame when I wake up in my bed in Lake Tahoe after having these dreams. I tell Karl about them and he just shakes his head and laughs. “Only my wife”, that’s what he says.
The second dream was even funnier. It was last night. I was sleeping and minding my own business when someone knocked at the door. I looked around and realized that I was living with my Mother in some strange state. Like Arkansas, or someplace similar. Karl and Gracie were there with us, as well. I opened the door to find my friends, Andrew and Angie and their two beautiful kiddos. They’d driven all the way from Colorado to surprise us!
I WAS urprised and so happy. We were having a wonderful time catching up, taking pictures and swapping socks (don’t ask. i still can’t figure that part out). Gwen showed up with her boys and we all sat out in the backyard sipping Mojitos. Happy. Soaking up the love from friends that haven’t been seen in far too long.
Before too long, my Mom wandered out with some more friends who had stopped by.
Guess WHO?
Yep, you got it. Jada Pinkett Smith and her hubby Will. We all greet each like the long lost friends that we were. Will and I hang out on the hammock. Jada starts showing us some sweet dance moves and Andrew and Angie bust out with some karaoke. Gwen just sits there drinking her drink and making us laugh.
The kids are all the same age, as sometimes happens in my dreams. They frolic and meander. Will runs out to his car to get his slip n’ slide. The kids cheer a big hurrah for Will!
He’s always the life of the party, as you can imagine. The next thing I know, I am wearing the Wethead helmet and Jada takes her turn. On her first try she soaks me by pulling the plug that holds all the water in.
At one point, I remember Andrew and Angie are telling me that they need to drive home. It’s a two hour drive and they need to hit the road. We all convince them to stay over for the night and we have a wonderful bbq with Jada and Will pouring shots of tequilla. I try to tell them that I don’t need to drink to have fun. They peer pressure all of us until we cry UNCLE and wake up with horrible hangovers in the morning. Jada and Will are nowhere to be found and our socks are all missing.
Nuts? I think so. Just a little.
