{"id":2023,"date":"2004-10-04T08:28:53","date_gmt":"2004-10-04T08:28:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2023"},"modified":"2004-10-04T08:28:53","modified_gmt":"2004-10-04T08:28:53","slug":"celebrity_dream","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/celebrity_dream\/","title":{"rendered":"celebrity dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"
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what kind of freak gets up at 7:30am on a sunday morning and starts doing major housework just to stop dreaming the stressful, narrative dreams they were dreaming? yup, that’d be the me kind of freak. seriously, though, my dreams saturday night were just way too anxious. on the surface it was just a bunch of people i knew living in a house together, but the undercurrents between the collection of people tied my stomach into a big ol’ knot. that would probably explain why i didn’t eat anything until well after noon and spent a lot of the morning convinced i had cancer because i felt so out of sorts and wobbly.
\njust remember, boys and girls, low blood sugar is bad.
\nlast night’s dream was just as narrative and vibrant, but much less anxiety-driven. in it, i went for an overnight visit with Julie<\/a> which is kind of weird because i’ve never met her before. i finally saw her house and met Leeloo<\/a>. then , and this is where it gets strange and dream-like, she was showing me photos of a Ray Charles concert she’d photographed; but, instead of just looking at the photos, it’s as if we were suddenly backstage at the concert and i got to watch her take all of the photos (and meet one of Ray’s backup singers who was being very sweet to me).
\nlater, while i was concerned that i hadn’t packed any clean underwear, i told Julie that i’d noticed that her hair serves as a signal. when it was all flippy, she was inviting interaction and was very outgoing. when it was smoother and rounder, she was feeling calmer and more introspective. that’s pretty much when the scary, loud, ufo-like noise (which was probably just a street-cleaner, now that i think about it) woke me up.
\nthe dream wasn’t hugely symbolic, but it did explore something i’ve been thinking about lately. i’ve been looking at Heather<\/a>, Derek<\/a>, Matt<\/a>, Julie<\/a>, Davin<\/a> and Jim’s<\/a> photos lately and wishing i could watch them work. i want to follow them through their day and see how they react when they find a photo to make. do they carry their cameras everywhere? do they keep them around their necks, just waiting for something to happen or do they note something and then go back to capture it? do they have a proper camera bag? what about angles? do they get right down on their bellies on the street during rush hour to get that perfect perspective? do their tires squeal as they slam on the brakes to stop the car and get the shot? (and, more technically, do they ask every person they photograph for their permission and\/or to sign a release?)
\ni guess i’m not quite ready for photograhy prime-time yet. i’m still quite self-conscious when i take my camera out in public. i can see people thinking “uh, why is she taking a picture of that [insert normally non-photographed item here]?” and i either rush through or abandon the process. i recognize that’s just my glitch and if i’m going to be serious about it, i need to get over that PDQ.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

what kind of freak gets up at 7:30am on a sunday morning and starts doing major housework just to stop dreaming the stressful, narrative dreams they were dreaming? yup, that’d be the me kind of freak. seriously, though, my dreams saturday night were just way too anxious. on the surface it was just a bunch …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2023","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2023","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2023"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2023\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2023"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2023"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2023"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}