Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Kitty's Dream of March 25, 2008

Once again I was at a con with a bunch of friends. (Hi, Lene! Hi, Iddy! Hi, Francine!) Bill and Leonard were there and again, it was all very small and intimate. They were selling home-made tchotkes (sp?) they'd made - not too bad but way over-priced. We all went to dinner together. Leonard and I had a long conversation about my mother. There was more but I've already forgotten it.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

JK's Dream of March 11, 2008

Bill had a "Judge Judy"-type TV show. It was called "The Case of William Shatner."

That is all.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

JK's Dream of March 7, 2008

Lene and I were doing Look At His Butt in Vegas in a small arena. There were a lot of typical dream side issues such as makeup and not being on time but in our first show, the audience started doing the chorus from "You Got Trouble" (from the Music Man). So they're going "trouble...trouble...trouble..." and Lene and I knew that if one of us the did Prof. Hill part everything would be OK but neither of us knew it! Suddenly we heard Robert Preston's voice doing and he came down the aisle and on to the stage and did the rest of the number! Everyone went nuts! Turns out he's a huge fan of LAHB!

Then in another show, Francine and Iddy were in the audience, as were William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. We weren't exactly getting on with the show so Bill & Leonard took questions from the audience. We asked "Why didn't you ever say 'Don't be such a jerk, Mr. Sulu'?" Leonard said, "We did use that line but it was cut. I think it was in VI, wasn't it, Bill?" Bill agreed that it was in VI. Then Bill laid down on the floor and I spanked him. I told him, "Next time it's my turn."

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Francine's dream of Feb 25

I used to flash dance occasionally for a DJ friend back when I was a hot, broke coed--mostly in underground gay discos or opening for crappy new wave bands.

In the dream, we somehow got the gig for the “The Search for Spock” wrap party. The party’s in a vast soundstage with the set of Kirk’s apartment on one end.

I’m on this tall narrow platform, gyrating my hips real slow with hula hoops that are filled with a liquid that reacts to black light. I look out over the crowd and see Leonard Nimoy dancing with his wife. He looks miserable but he’s a good dancer. I try to get him to notice me but he’s too far away, it’s dark, the backdrop’s black, the platform’s black, I’m black and wearing a black bikini. All he could see was these two hoops going around and around in midair like a special effect.

But Bill sees me. He’s having an argument with Marcy but walks away from her while she’s still talking. He’s still wearing the white turtleneck and black pants from his costume. He stops and stands by my platform and watches me with his arms folded. Even though I’m up on the platform, he does that thing he does with his eyes when he’s about to kiss a woman. (That thing I still can’t describe but other women know what I mean.)

I grin. He grins.

“You look good,” I yell down.

“I don’t really start gaining weight until I’m in my late sixties,” he yells up.

“Fucking tabloids,” I say.

“And the costumes aren’t very flattering.”

I point to the crowd with my chin. “What’s with all the wives tonight?”

“She’s not very nice to me,” he said.

“What about Leonard?”

“You were born too late.”

All of the sudden, the guy who plays Dr. House comes in and starts yelling at me and waving his cane round and telling me that I’m not as smart as I think I am, but I can tell that he’s really attracted to me. I’m pissed because Leonard’s leaving and he looks like the saddest man in the world.

I wake up the next morning with a man sleeping with his head on my hip. I know we fucked because my hips are sore and I could feel what we used to call the morning-after “pussy buzz”. I’m stroking the skin below his ear and behind his jaw with my thumb. He has curly brownish hair and I can’t tell if it’s Bill or if it’s House.