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Famous People Dreams

It amuses me when I have dreams with celebrities in them because they never really take the direction I’d expect, nor do I spend a lot of my waking hours thinking about celebrities. Sometimes famous people get all tangled up with people from my real life and characters from my novels and from The Young and the Restless. Those dreams leave me tired.

Here are some famous people dreams I can remember offhand.


Just a couple of weeks ago, I dreamed I was on the waitstaff of a restaurant owned and managed by Barbara Walters. It was a horribly laid out restaurant, with the kitchen a vast distance from the diners. I wonder if I think Barbara Walters is out of touch. Nah, I generally admire Barbara Walters.


Once I dreamed that Ringo Starr picked me up in a limo. (Well, he was in the limo. He had a driver.) We rode all around an unnamed city while he told me stories about his life. At the end of our drive, Barbara Bach (his wife) was waiting on the sidewalk. After I said goodbye to Ringo, I left the limo. Barbara shook my hand, smiled at me, got in the car with him, and they drove away. I don’t remember a single one of his stories, but the dream me was enthralled.


A long time ago, I dreamed that I spent an amorous night with Mick Jagger in a house trailer. I think I remember this one because it bewilders me. I’ve never been particularly attracted to Mick Jagger. And also–Trailer Park Mick doesn’t compute. And finally, the dream was from his Jerry Hall years, and she could totally kick my ass.


In the late 1980s, I dreamed that Bret Michaels had been my brother in a previous life (maybe early 1800s). We were separated by some cruel mischance, but he had given me a ring belonging to our mother so that he’d recognize me if we ever met again. I remembered every detail of that ring when I awoke. Two years and another state later, I worked with a woman who was given a ring identical to my dream ring for her birthday. Crazy, huh?


Also crazy, but not about a famous person: I once dreamed I was with my friend Steve R (it was around 1990, and Steve was still alive) in a movie theater. The movie made us cry, so we ran out of the theater, which was in a hotel, and took the elevator to our room to hide under the covers. There was more to the dream, but here’s the crazy part. Four years later, I stayed in an upscale hotel in Delaware, and my room was exactly like the hotel room in my dream. And there’s a theater in that hotel (though it’s for live performances, not films).


I had a dream that Queen Latifah was my girlfriend. Just because I’m straight doesn’t mean I don’t have good taste in women. I have called her “my Queen” ever since. Women who are lesbians tell me I can’t have her. Bitches.


And of course, already documented on my blog several years ago, I dreamed Laura Bush was Tim’s mother. She was actually pretty cool; also, they smoked the same brand of cigarette. I wonder if she quit smoking, too?


ETA: Probably because I wrote this just before I went to bed Wednesday night, I dreamed that I was ironing shirts for Chris Noth, Steven Weber, and some deeply closeted country singer whose name I don’t remember and who may or may not be a real person. I do not appreciate using dream time to iron.

ETA Redux: Going back through my “Dreams” tag, I see that I’ve had dream appearances from other famous people including that unnamed/possibly fictional male country singer. Also: K.T. Oslin; Rene Zellweger; Al Gore; Bill Cosby; Michael Stipe; Brad Pitt.

Moments

We can’t get a break from the heat. We did get two days of rain but desperately need more. Still, inside and outside, I’ve captured some images to share.


I wanted to go back here with a Barbie or two to give you a sense of this water’s depth. A frog couldn’t swim in this. Maybe a “No Wading” sign instead? Or “No Drinking.” That would better serve the public good.


One afternoon, Hanley came for a visit. I love to hear her say “Pixie.”


Not as gratifying, on a night she came for dinner, she kept calling Guinness “Becky.”


But she did eat her chicken, dressing, salad, corn, and three helpings of crowder peas. I love it when a child is not a fussy eater.


Also good eaters, Rhonda, Kathy, Tom, and Tim at Kathy’s pork chop birthday dinner.


Of course there was cake.

I still owe Kathy a dinner for some heavy-duty landscaping work she and Tom did. Margot shows the ground before. If we ever get rain to wash the rocks, they have more color than their coating of white dust would indicate.


Tim and I both got our “Jim is visiting soon” haircuts.


One day I met Alan, Matt, and John(nie) for brunch at Té House of Tea. Yep, those are my paintings hanging there. You can see the entire “Every Moment Is A Window” series and the nine paintings of my developing “Bottle Caps and Friends” series at One Word Art. Reminder: Art makes a great gift for birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, and other occasions. And if there’s ever a work you really want but aren’t sure you can afford, I do negotiate.

The night of July 4, I treated myself to this movie while other Compounders were watching the fireworks from downtown.

I really liked A Better Life. The role of the father, an undocumented Mexican worker trying to make “a better life” for his son, is played brilliantly by Demián Bichir (the sexy drug lord/corrupt mayor from Weeds). If you’re an urban dweller, particularly of the border states, many of the scenes and situations will be familiar. I always like it when characters are multi-layered, and this movie weaves them into the setting to provide a heart-troubling and thought-provoking tapestry.

Finally, I leave you with some shots from Houston Pride 2011.


See ya!

Button Sunday


I’m not sure where I got any of these buttons. A couple seem to have been around forever. I might have picked one up at the Austin Record Convention sometime during the 1990s.

Doors lead singer, musician, poet, artist, filmmaker, and bad boy Jim Morrison died on this date in 1971. It was my brother who got me interested in The Doors. But it was Riley who used to sing “Love Street” to and about me, which sealed their place in my heart. He would draw pictures of me on “Love Street.” This song is part of my repertoire to sing when I’m riding in my car. Alone.

I still have my vinyl of Waiting for the Sun. It’s probably unplayable, but I’ll never get rid of it for nostalgia reasons. I can see Riley and me lying on the floor of my parents’ living room listening to it and talking about poetry, mysticism, and rock and roll.

30 Days of Creativity 2011, Day 17

Last fall when I did my Canvas to Couture collection, I’d planned on completing twelve looks. Then Project Runway did a challenge toward the end of the season in which the designers were asked to create their own fabrics and design a look for Heidi Klum. I’m starting to think she conceived this entire series as a means to fill her own closet.

That meant I ended up with thirteen looks, and you know that number makes me twitch. I could have dropped one of the looks before I hang the collection in August, making it a pleasant dozen, but since I needed another creative project anyway…


First I did this. Then I began working on this.

It isn’t finished–you may see pins and a needle and thread sticking out of the bottom. It also needs to be accessorized; that yellow ribbon holding it together while I sew it is not part of the final look. Still, it will take the Canvas to Couture series to a satisfying fourteen.

30 Days of Creativity 2011, Day 5

I’m very excited today! Not because I saw the new trailer for Breaking Dawn* online, although when I told Tom that and how the movie would be out November 18, he said, “I have another reason to live.” He’s so supportive and never at all sarcastic, that Tom.

What I’m excited about is my new pop art series inspired by bottle caps. I put the finishing touches on the first two paintings today.


“Tim Has Moxie”
mixed media on 8×10-inch stretched canvas


“Lindsey: Refreshingly Different”
mixed media on 8×10-inch stretched canvas

*I’d link to the Breaking Dawn trailer, but it’s being pulled for copyright issues as fast as people can upload it. Funny people.

Also, thank you to Tim for the donation of the bottle caps.

30 Days of Creativity 2011, Day 1

Last year when I kicked off 30 Days of Creativity on June 1, I made a new outfit for Barbie Basic doll Laura Lee. I might as well turn it into a tradition, so this year, as promised, Mattel’s Debbie Harry Barbie doll is wearing a new design made exclusively by me for her. However, it was Tim’s comment about my doll that inspired me. He said that she needed “a Stephen Sprouse something” to wear.

The truth is, I had no idea who Stephen Sprouse was when I read Tim’s comment. But I know now, and if you’d like to read more about the late designer and his work, check out The Stephen Sprouse Book.

Sprouse was known for his use of Day-Glo colors and street art, including graffiti, in his designs. He also made collections based on retro looks. Using elements from past decades to create new Barbie fashions is exactly what I most like to sew, so I couldn’t think of a better way to kick off this month’s projects.

Posed against the backdrop of an unfinished painting by Timothy J. Lambert, Debbie shows off her midi coat of many neon colors with LOVE graffiti made so popular in the late 1960s and early 1970s.

Debbie removes her coat to reveal her yellow vinyl mini dress, With a front zipper, she’s got the fashion vibe covered from the 60s to the 80s. I call this her Cherry Pie dress–a double nod to the 80s big hair band Warrant and to the Louis Vuitton collection which made use of Sprouse’s rose motif–including a dress with a large sequined rose.

She finally caught up to me

Almost six years ago, I blogged that Brad Pitt sent me e-mail. His then-estranged-wife Jennifer Aniston has finally caught up to me, and today I received email from her. She only wanted to talk about pilates, though. I’m not opening her email until she promises me a 1.5 million dollar inheritance from some dead notable person in Africa. I used to hope for only a hundred thousand dollars, but my sister told me it wouldn’t be enough for me.