Tar Pits and Screenplays

Two dreams last night -- one super creepy, one deeply frustrating.  I ate Cheetos before bed.  Never again.

Dream No. 1:

My friend Stephanie and I were driving to a house to pick something up (I needed...something.  A change of clothes?  A bag?).  There was a huge tar pit to the side of the house and I knew there were broken bits of mannequin in there as well as other junk.  We were driving along when I mentioned them and my friend looked back at me and smiled.  "Oh, I'm not the only one who put stuff in there."  And I realized that the mannequins were bones and that she'd murdered her sisters.  And their bodies weren't the only ones in the pits.  I got out of that car fast and got into the house.  I think I stayed put.

Dream No. 2:

(You can tell this is really a dream because I NEVER win anything)

I dreamed I won a contest and that Christian Kane was going to be in the first part of my first indie film.  I was really excited but then realized I had a camera but the script wasn't finished and I couldn't find my quote that was the idea behind the whole movie.  I went through my notes bunches of times, shuffling papers here and there.  No luck.  Christian showed up and we talked for a few minutes (I mentioned I loved guitars, mostly basses, and he mentioned maybe he had one lying around and it looked like he might send it to me.  !!!) and then I got exasperated and told him that I couldn't find the most important part of my script and anyway it wasn't finished so we just talked it through.  I knew he probably thought I was the most unprofessional person in the world and I was so aggravated that I couldn't find my note card, and it was really awful that he wouldn't end up being in my film because I didn't even have a finished script.

So intensely disappointing.