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1-18-05
I was travelling to a place which was both the east coast and santa fe - therefore friends from both places kept showing up. At one point I got off a bus in Princeton, NJ and found myself in Santa Fe, and had decided that since it was dusk I would rent a car so I could drive down Route 14 at sunset, by my house and my old stomping grounds. I ended up stopping at a restaurant.

For some reason, I was Kirsten Dunst. Since i was a celebrity I was receiving special treatment at the restaurant, including being shown some of the special shoes they had on display. I looked at one pair which were black velvet granny boots and had the name of another celebrity on the tag. It was a "celebrity" line of products.

The other item was a frizzy pigtail wig with Kirsten Dunst's name on the tag. Slightly insulted, since I seemed to be inhabiting her body at the moment, I distracted myself with the pricetags. Which were outrageous, the Kate Beckinsale boots were over a thousand dollars. Still, I knew as long as I was a celebrity myself, price was no object.

I seated myself at one of the long tables in the enormous parking lot/patio area, which had piles of junk and torches scattered around.

Seeing the darkness descend, I thought I really should get going - knowing I had a few miles to hike to the car rental place on Cerrillos Road. Santa fe was divided by bridges and rivers in the dream, and I was confused how to nagivate around them.

I realized that I already had a car in my dream, and after confusedly trying to reason out how the car managed to get there, I decided it would be silly to worry and I should just hop in and take a drive.

12-10-03
i had a dream last night that eric and dave were backup dancers for madonna, in grey t-shirts & orange spandex leotards. until eric first pointed at a girl in the audience and mouthed "i want you" and then accidentally scissor kicked madonna in the stomach twice on stage and then her bodyguards rushed him and knocked him unconscious. I then had a dream that i told eric & dave that i had a dream about them dancing backup for madonna...

4/5/03
My sister somehow knew Gwyneth Paltrow (definitely a celebrity I hate). She was having lunch with her in NYC, and decided to tote me along. She was bubbling about how expensive the restaurant was and I was kind of like, ok, whatever, lunch.

So Gwyneth and I discussed men and biological clocks, and then I told her I liked her movie The Royal Tenenbaums pretty much because of her eyeliner in it reminding me of when I was a teenager. All I have to say about her, is I don't like her any more now that she was in my dream than I did before.

2/20/02
I was in the dance chorus of a movie starring Julia Roberts. In one section, I had opinions of how the choreography should be changed, and the star and I had a little tiff. I felt terrible and blamed myself completely...as time went by I approached her twice to apologize but she was getting married that day as well as finishing the movie, so was probably preoccupied, I assumed, angry at me. We shot the last scene, which involved the three dancers washing our hair and dancing with her. After the scene, she came and made herself available to me. I apologized profusely and she reminded me that she was equally at fault, and then went on to tell me that I was a great person and shouldn't be so hard on myself.

Part II - I was part of a dance troupe who did very sexy dances. I was not happy with the amount of sexuality we were showing and was being put down by the other dancers who said that if the crowd liked it, it was the right thing to do. I found myself with a biracial baby with very long hair, to take care of. I guessed I was the mother, though I had no memory of giving birth. I was trying to groom the baby's hair, and started wondering if I was expected to breast feed. Since I had no memory of birth I had no idea how I was to go about taking care of the baby. I looked down and my breast had some kind of wound on it. I couldn't tell if it had something to do with the baby or not.

8/2/01
I was given a kid. It birthed from a jelly sac like a kitten. It grew before my eyes. Unfortunately, there seemed to be seven others in there that I was expected to take care of. Having a baby sucked. Plus, once my family came around, they divided up into two camps. One camp was Pam Anderson. She wanted the baby to call her mommy. I talked to her other three kids, one other of whom was mine, about it. They just preferred her neighborhood. I went crazy trying to find info about a lawyer, I had no idea what to do. I went through phone books and looked on the internet. The kids had talks with me about it. They explained that Pam had told them that she was their mommy, not me, and they were interested because her apartment was in a much cooler part of town. I wasn? that unhappy, because it seemed like an easy way out of forced motherhood but asked that they call me Aunty I? This put an interesting spin on the legal problem of having too many kids who had been basically dumped on me.

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