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Last night I dreamed George Lucas tried to convince me to quit my job and sign as his assistant for a few months while he filmed some movie here in Connecticut. I refused to quit, but agreed to work for him around my other schedule. He told me I was sassy, and said it would be okay.

(George Lucas said I was sassy. Yes. I know it was just a dream. Shut up and let me have my moment.)

In other news, I decided to prioritize my to-be-read books by size, and Sophie has not hissed at Zoro in several days.

I really, really like the shirt he’s wearing.


And by size I mean actual physical size, not length. I piled them largest to smallest, and I shall read the top one first. Once I finish the four I’m reading now.

Which doesn’t even include my e-books. We won’t even go there.


you take the good, you take the bad   Leave a comment

I was dreaming that I had a horrible cold and was having trouble breathing. Then the dream changed a little, and there was something, though I don’t remember exactly what, with Mrs. Garrett and Jo, (although I’m pretty sure they were dressed as scouts from Attack on Titan) and then I could breath again.

As I began to surface towards waking, my head felt heavy, and I took a deep breath to find that my chest felt heavy, too. I lay there in the dark thinking I probably was catching a cold or something. There’s always something going around. Yeah, that’s it. My chest feels heavy because I’m coming down with a chest cold. Right.

Until a slightly unfriendly paw tried to pull the blankets off me.


And just because I know you were wondering, I spent a good ten minutes making this for you…


#turkeyproblems   Leave a comment

So I dreamed I had a pet turkey. I bought him a unicycle, and he loved it. He would tool around the back yard like nobody’s business. And I watched him and got kind of depressed, thinking about when he grew too big for his little unicycle, and couldn’t ride it anymore, how sad he would be….

#turkeyproblems #rollonmyturkeyfriend


Posted July 2, 2014 by Fran LaPlaca in daily, dreams

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The Monkey King   Leave a comment

So I just had this dream that we’d been invaded by vicious, killer dinosaurs, and the only way to survive was to summon the King of the Monkeys.

monkey king
(Jet Li as the Monkey King)

To summon him, you had to press a series of around 200 hieroglyphs in a specific order. Once you pressed one correctly it disappeared, but many of them were very similar. If you pressed one wrong they would all disappear and our chance for survival would be gone.

So I’m pressing these things and 2 little monkeys who were my partners saw what I was doing. One took objection, since the King of the Monkeys was not to be summoned lightly. He tried to stop me, and my finger almost touched the wrong picture.

2little monkeys

But just then a velociraptor wandered by (terrifying, but thankfully he didn’t see us) And suddenly the little guy was on my side, helping me choose the right pictures and shaking like a leaf in terror.


We finished the summoning procedure and the Monkey King arrived from outer space very dramatically.

Let me repeat that.

(that must be a really bad SF movie somewhere)

He killed all the dinosaurs except the big boss and then died, leaving the boss battle to us.

Then I woke up, which I choose to interpret as WINNING THE BOSS BATTLE.

Oh, and at some point earlier the mean older brother from Home Alone was the first person eaten by the dinosaurs.


All in all a very oddly satisfying dream.

And here’s a picture of Harry Connick, Jr., for purely selfish reasons.

Harry Connick Jr.

BRAD PITT   Leave a comment

Last night I dreamed about my friend Joanne. She’s a teacher, but in my dream she was a nurse. The two of us and two of her nurse friends and BRAD PITT were walking to the hospital to get a key, and we stopped to rest. (It was all uphill.) Joanne got mad at me wanting to take a break, so she and her two nurse friends went ahead to look at a bear that was in a fenced-in area just ahead, and BRAD PITT and I promised to catch up soon.

Suddenly we heard loud sounds, and a bear came rolling down the hill. A very dead bear. The sounds continued and we (me and BRAD PITT) realized the sounds came from a machine gun, and we (BRAD PITT and me) took off running downhill to the edge of the river (I’m not sure if the river was there before this or not) We kept dodging and darting from bush to bush, and I kept yelling, “What about Joanne?” BRAD PITT reassured me that Joanne could take care of herself.

The sounds of the machine gun got louder and louder, and suddenly I woke up and realized the machine gun sounds came from the whirring of the fan on the dresser, highly magnified the way things can when they work into your dreams.

Where BRAD PITT came from I don’t recall. Nor where he went. But I learned not only that I can run downhill, (which I probably truly can’t) but that Joanne is, apparently, BRAD-PITT-kick-ass competent.

You go, Joanne. You go.

"Killing Them Softly" Photocall - 65th Annual Cannes Film Festival

Posted April 9, 2014 by Fran LaPlaca in daily, dreams

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The Tokyo Express   Leave a comment

“It will hit you on the Tokyo Express.”

That line was running through my brain when my alarm went off this morning. I have no idea what it meant; my dream, so far as I can remember it, was of my son holding a god-awful lamp and laughing. No Tokyo in sight.

But picture this: A girl wakes with those words running though her head, as I did. She can’t forget them, as apparently I can’t. She determines that she MUST find out their meaning. So being young and rash, as I am not, she decides to go to Japan and search for the words. An adventure ensues, and she, of course, in the process discovers herself, finds new meaning to her depressing, gray life. Perhaps she finds love, perhaps she just finds fun.

(Is love more important to life than fun? I wonder…)

Does she find The Tokyo Express? I googled the phrase. There are quite a number of sushi restaurants, from Sacramento to Maine, with that name. It’s also a code phrase used in World War II to describe “the use of Imperial Japanese Navy ships at night to deliver personnel, supplies, and equipment to Japanese forces.” (quote from Wikipedia)

I don’t picture that as her answer. I was thinking it might be a train. You know, like the Bullet Train, only not quite as fast. And what hits her? The answer to a tremendous question? An epiphany of some sort? Or does someone simply throw something at her head? A gaijin female in a Japanese train, who speaks not a word of Japanese outside of what she learned from watching Naruto? (And there are very few situations in life that call for one to weave hand signs while shouting, “Kage bunshin no jutsu!”)

(Although that would be very cool…)

Ah, well. Maybe I’ll write it someday, and when I get to the end I’ll know.

The Tokyo Express:

What it was:

What it is:

What I hoped it might be:

It’s the Doctor that matters, not the number   Leave a comment

Last night I had a dream about the Doctor. Yes, THE Doctor. I don’t recall too much of it, but what was so odd was that it was the 6th Doctor. 6th and 7th are the two I’m least familiar with, having only seen a handful of episodes with either.

But hey, it was the Doctor. That’s all that matters.