dreamgirls
Well here’s a dozy for you. Had a really good dream the last night, you know the ones that stay with you when you wake up that almost, almost feel real and you don’t want to wake up cause it’ll go away forever. Okay, no it wasn’t one of those dreams, but yes there was a girl. Every once in a while my subconscious will throw out what I guess I could literally call my “dreamgirl”. And thus far it’s been pretty good at coming up with ladies that my other conscious would find most agreeable. But the funny thing is it’s never been the same woman and often I never get a clear image of their face. It’s usually more of a feeling of what they look like, but nothing definitive. Yeah, I don’t know.
However, this one was almost a recurring dream. There was a part that I remember dreaming about several times before but the scenery this time around was a little different. And I got a clear look at the girl. Skipping the random and weird scenes prior to the beholding event, the dream usually begins to conclude with me in a room, like a sterilized lab room or server room with stacked boxes in a corner that lead to some sort of crawl space up in a corner. I know I’m supposed to go through it to get to the launch pad on the roof. Sometimes there are shuttle launches sometimes not. But this time when I start in the room all the boxes are cleared away and no crawl space. The room is now much bigger and still looks like a sterilized lab room, but glossed over with the Michael Bay touch. There’s a tall brunette woman in a lab coat, glasses, fire engine red lipstick with matching three inch stiletto heels and she’s ushering in what I guess is a tour group into the room. She’s explaining something and motioning towards three huge LCD screens on the wall behind her, but I’m not really hearing anything she’s saying. Then abruptly I’m sitting down in the corner, the room is full with people and the din of many conversations. I myself am having a conversation with – get this, George W. Bush who’s between me and the first lady, Laura. It’s a very pleasant conversation and he’s really genial. We’re talking about football and UT. I told you this one was a winner. Then suddenly these huge sliding glass doors open up and everyone starts heading towards the roof. I’m trailing behind the crowd finishing up my conversation with W.
Now, once we reach the roof, it’s very different from what I think the previous incarnations were. Can’t be sure since I don’t really document dreams, but maybe I should? Anyway, now the launch pad has been decorated with flowers and all sorts of greenery. It now looks like one of those city-rooftop gardens and now there’s a big social going on. And then I see her, breezing about the guests dazzling them with a smile and a certain je ne sais quoi. She’s gorgeously wrapped in subdued lime green cocktail dress accented with a white scarf featuring pale purple polka dots. A silky mane of curly raven black hair either put up or cut short bobs just above her shoulders hinting at a regal neckline. She’s irresistible and infectious and instantly I’m drawn into her hurricane of charm and conversation. I stood off to the side a little ways listening to her immensely entertaining explanation on why she’s an expert on “pi”. Marvelous. I’m floored by her amazing wit, humor and command of word play. She’d give Samuel L. Clemens pause. I noticed quite an interesting tattoo on her left arm, a large red circle blending into a smaller black circle like a planet and moon meshing with the word “Malvent” in old English text above it. It was a bit faded so she must have had it a while or played outside a lot. Then I caught her eyes, dazzling sapphires beaming brightly from a porcelain visage lined by meticulously feminine eyebrows. Small freckles splash across her softly rounded cheeks and the bridge of her tiny, slightly upturned nose. Except for the lush black hair she’d nearly be cherubic. But then that twinkle in her eye and the small smirk that goes with it belie the notion that she’s completely saintly. She introduced herself since I was so enamored that all powers of speech had been nullified to nothing more than weird slurring sounds and an occasional hiccup. I hear “Shayla” as she thrust out her hand, tilted her head slightly and flashed a smile that garnered another hiccup. She took my hand and began to tour me around my previously spartan rocket launching rooftop. She asked me if I liked what she did and that it needed a feminine touch. As I turned around to voice my fascination the alarm clock went off and instantly everything went fuzzy and began to fade away. But the enthrallment still lingered.
And yet another one that slips away into obscurity, trapped only in my mind buried deep in the places only the unconscious can search. Sad.
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Friday, December 08, 2006
the NYC
Well, I made my way into Gotham this week. The first week out on the new project, I managed to catch a ride into The City. Perhaps I was a bit spoiled by my adventures overseas, but New York just didn’t ring like I was expecting it too. Of course I was only there for only a few hours, so I didn’t really get a chance to sink my teeth into it which I hope to remedy in the near future.
It was cool enough, but wasn’t the frenetic, knock you out with amazement I kind of was expecting from the epicenter of the world. Probably too much hype, too much to expectation which is always a bad thing, but again, I was only there briefly and I’d expect a serious determination can only come from serious time spent walking endlessly about soaking in the New York joie de vie. At which time, I’m sure a much more heartfelt appreciation would take hold. But if my experience with the fine Uncle Jack’s establishment is to be any indication, NYC will be quite all right. Ever had a $200 cut of beef? 100% Kobe steak my friends. It would have been quite a thing to relish in had I the cojones to order such an audacious plate of meat. One day, I’ve got to try it. The T-bone I did get, filet on one side, sirloin on other beautifully seared on the outside and a deliciously moist medium-rare on the inside was quite a tasty treat itself. But I’d have to say, next time it’s filet from Japan. Maybe. Oh and bar none, the best crab cake I’ve ever had. And that’s just one on the many, many, many… many fine dining establishments I hope to consume while I make my treks into the city.
But in my brief ambulation I did manage to catch a bit of Rockefeller Center and catch a glimpse of Studio 1A. I’m thinking maybe one day I’ll check out a live show. And some other shows, Broadway and late night variety. I saw the supposedly famous Christmas tree which was definitely underwhelming. With all the pomp and circumstance with lighting that thing up, I thought it’d be quite the spectacle. But, eh, not so much. Not really disappointing, but rather unexpected.
All in all, it was a good first night in the city. I quite hope to enjoy many others in my time up along the Hudson.
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