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February 7-8, 1998 March 21-22, 1998 |
May 9, 1998 May 24, 1998 |
August 2, 1998 September 27, 1998 |
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This was the second dream (I'm saving the first one for last because it was the most hysterical) - I owned a Dalmatian named Scully. I was staying in some cheap motel with a bunch of friends having a slumber party when we heard gunshots and I got clipped in the head by a bullet. But it didn't penetrate - I just had a massive headache afterwards.... Anyway, we decided to get the hell out of that room and prepared to switch rooms when some moron let my dog escape into the street. Beforehand, I hadn't referred to the dog by name, but at that moment I yelled, "SCULLY!!! SCULLY!!!!" while the jack-a** who let her escape went running after her. Since then, I've bought a stuffed Perdie from 101
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In the third dream, I was working in a Burger King with Mulder and Scully. I don't know if Mulder and Scully were working undercover or David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson had lost their jobs or something, but David/Mulder was the manager of this Burger King and Gillian/Scully was a sort of waitress - clearing away tables and helping elderly people to their seats. David/Mulder wanted me to work overtime on a Saturday night - a 12 hour shift. I told him no way, I have plans and I have a life, and I left to go hang out with my Duran Duran buddies.
The first dream was set in my hometown, Chicago, during Thanksgiving. The dream involved a lot of weirdness for other personal, family reasons I won't get into (oh, okay - in this dream, there was a chess set made out of my family's likenesses. Yes, that visual was as spooky as you might imagine).
But the weirdest is that someone had invited Gillian Anderson to Thanksgiving dinner! Remember, I'd never watched the show before, never thought one way or another about her and there she was, with no plans for Thanksgiving - and one of my family members had invited her to dinner (my entire family is African-American, by the way, which makes the visual even funnier). She was dressed rather formally, considering we were all just sitting around at a card table; she was wearing a white version of the dress she'd worn at the '97 SAG Awards. I had it in my mind to remember not to talk to Gillian about the X-Files or David Duchovny, because I figured she has a life. So we discussed politics instead. (!!!!)
What also makes this dream funny is that Gillian was born in Chicago and attended DePaul University there. But, of course, I didn't know this at the time, having never watched the show. I also hear that her time spent in Chicago was about as pleasant as mine - but that's another story... :-P
As her contribution to the meal, Gillian brought a pumpkin pie. I asked her for the recipe, and she said, "No, no, that's... that's classified." I started laughing and said, "Now you're sounding like..." GA smiled and said, "Yes, yes, you're right." This amuses all my X-Phile friends. ;->
Apparently I must have prepared the dinner, because we sat down to a meal of Popeye's chicken, greens, Kool-Aid, M&M cookies and Gillian's secret pie. In real life, I would at least have gone with Boston Market. Sheesh.
1) One dream where I was an FBI agent helping Scully and Mulder to crack a case on M Street in Washington, D.C. I'd forgotten what M Street meant to the X-Files, but I was reminded that Mulder bought his "I Want to Believe" poster at a head shop on M Street ("Chinga").
2) Very short dream in which I found an alien skull - but this one actually looked even more shriveled and frightening than the ones ever shown on "The X-Files"! That one gave me the creeps enough to force me to awake.
3) In the last dream of this series, I was a Black gay male detective, presumably working with Mulder and Scully, investigating a hate crime against a woman who wanted to marry her once-dead-but-recently-reanimated husband. Yes, you read that right. She wanted to remarry her dead husband, but the conservative town she lived in just wouldn't stand for it. Lighten up, people.
But, wait - it gets better. Mulder, Scully and I were waiting for back-up to come from... Woodstock. Yes, as in Snoopy's feathery friend. I'd just come back from a trip to visit the Snoopy Gallery and Giftshop in Santa Rosa, California, so I guess Snoopy was just on the brain. Anyway, the dream ended just when Mulder, Scully and I saw Woodstock's helicopter coming down to help us. How did we know it was Woodstock's helicopter? Because it was flying upside down, just like Woodstock. Oi!
Calling all Alaskan X-Philes! - Saturday, March 21, 1998
Shortly after I attended the March 14 X-Files Expo in Los Angeles, I dreamt I attended another Expo and met my fellow 'shipper friend, Amy. This Expo, however was run entirely by American X-Files fans. I didn't actually get there until the last half-hour and the only portion still open was a bookstore which had been rented for the day by the fans to be an "All X-Files bookstore."
In this dream, there was a local X-Files club in every state, and there was a section in the bookstore for each state. Each section not only featured books about "The X-Files," but also books about local conspiracies, alien abductions and UFO sightings. So, for instance, the Alaskan X-Files club had a section, as did the ones from Illinois and Nebraska and California and Alabama and so on...
The collection of books was extensive enough to feature books about current and former Significant Others of the cast and crew, magazines and buttons ("I'm a Maine X-Phile!"). There was also a $60 coffee table book on The X-Files featuring beautiful color photos and behind-the-scenes information. Wishful thinking. Sigh. [Funny considering that the Art of the X-Files book, a similar concept, was released 7 months later.]
After the Expo, I met Amy and some other 'shipper friends at Amy's house, apparently to solve a mystery of some sort. I never did piece together why or how we'd somehow become agents ourselves, but that's a dream for ya... On the way to Amy's house, we crossed a highway (straight across and didn't get killed - strange) and I noticed a ski lift above us - yes, over the highway - which apparently was transporting its passengers to a REALLY huge mountain. I guess that was an homage to "Ascension."
I do remember someone, in the dream, telling me that Tim Burton directed an episode during Season One (he never did, by the way - I know this - don't email me about it) and I said, "Oh, yeah, I remember that..." Huh? Wishful thinking again.
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This one had little to do with the show itself. I dreamt that I was in a musical which Chris Carter directed. Apparently, he was directing this play before his X-Files success because it was created very much in the Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney tradition of "Hey, gang, let's put on a show!" |
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The musical was performed in the middle of the country on a make-shift stage. Chris' wife doubled as the wardrobe mistress/curtain dropper (whatever you'd call those people). I was in Act One, but then I had to go backstage to assist with the carpentry, for some odd reason. I guess we needed someone to make sure there weren't any rusty nails lying around or something... |
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The occurrences of my dreams are dwindling. Just one dream this time. And whatta dream! I dreamt that the Lone Gunmen were sleeping together. Or perhaps they were just sharing a bed in a hotel (Yah, sure). But Byers was sitting in his pj's at a desk writing. Langly and Frohike were sharing a bed and Frohike was sitting, shirtless, smoking a (probably post-coital) cigarette. Now, granted it might have just been Langly & Frohike, er, um, playing hide the salami, but does that mean Byers likes to watch??!!
As a result of my fascination with Smoking!Mulder in "Travellers," my friend e.Beth has duly noted that I seem to be into cigarettes lately (I'm not a smoker) which could lead to all sorts of scary Freudian interpretations... ;-> Let it be known, however, that even though this dream was probably brought on by my alliance to slash that I am NOT into Lone Gunmen slash! To each his (or her) own, but personally I think Frohike looks like that character Mike Myers used to play on Saturday Night Live's "Coffee Talk," Linda Richman. Hoo, boy, Amy's gonna revoke my LGAB membership...
Of course, after I had this dream, "The End" aired - an episode in which Scully visited the Lone Gunmen late at night to have them do some research on Gibson and Diana. God knows what Scully was interrupting...
Just as I'd mention on this website that the occurrences of my dreams were on the decline... I hit the jackpot and had 4 dreams in one week.
First, back to three dreams in the one weekend - one so boring I can't even be bothered to remember it - just a rehash of a MOTW (Monster of the Week) plot. In the second, I went to a friend's house for dinner with Gillian Anderson (there's that dinner theme again).
In the third, I was cast in a movie to be directed by Steven Spielberg starring David Duchovny. I think it was a sequel to "Close Encounters." Or "E.T." I'm not sure.
I had a nightmare sort of related to "Folie a Deux," in the sense Mulder was almost attacked by a strange creature. Mulder and I were in a warehouse, like the one from "Unusual Suspects," and Mulder was incapacitated (I guess he'd just been sprayed with that paranoia chemical). He was about to get attacked by this creature that was a cross between a pterodactyl, a wingless bat, and the monster from "Alien." I remember this creature had sharp teeth about a foot long. But I managed to drag Mulder away before this bat-bird creature killed him. Ick.
So, after I met Chris Carter, Amy was certain I would dream about him. That didn't quite happen, but I did dream about one of my email pals, Stacey O. of the Carter Connection. Mind you, I've never met Stacey. Nevertheless, I had a dream featuring her, and my mind's eye pictured her as being a brunette. And she later told that this is true. If I were an artist and actually had a real memory, it would be interesting to draw the person in the dream and see if I had the exact image down. Anyway, I dreamt that Stacey had become The Creator's personal assistant. I can't remember exactly what she was doing in the dream - but we were on the Fox lot, and Stacey had replaced whoever his current assistant is. (No offense - I'm sure he or she is doing a lovely job!) I think Stacey was going over CC's schedule or something.
To add to it, that wasn't the first dream I'd had about Stacey. Back in April, I dreamt that the other Stacey O., a fellow X-Phile known as Clevergrrl, and Carter Connection Stacey O. were one and the same. But in fact they are not. Confused? So am I, and I think they enjoy it. ;->
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The following dream is loosely associated with the X-Files... after the personal assistant dream, I dreamt that I was trying to seduce Frank Black (played by Lance Henriksen) of Chris Carter's other series, MillenniuM. Maybe I shouldn't admit to this. ;-> I guess this is what I get for noticing a few days earlier that Frank/Lance is attractive in a Christopher Walken sort of way. :-P |
I dreamt that I was at a gym watching Nicholas Lea (aka Krycek) work out. Sounds simple, right? Ah, if only it were. I mean, sure at first he was pumping the iron, doing the sit-ups, stretching the legs (nice calves!). But then Nick starts doing Olympian moves - like swinging and hanging and balancing from a set of rings. In fact, he was dressed more like he was about to enter a Greco-Roman wrestling competition, than he was for a regular workout. Not that I have any complaints. I mean, come on, it's Nicholas Lea showing as much flesh as legally possible in a public area! ======:-O
Brace yourself. This is one of those dreams that just went on for-freaking-ever. A dream within a dream, set in a ridiculously ornate hotel - like the kind you'll only see in London or Paris. I was watching a movie on a TV screen hanging from the wall in the lobby. Turns out I was watching a movie starring Gillian in which I'd had a bit role. The movie was set in the same hotel I happened to be sitting in, but it was set in the 1920's.
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The movie was a murder mystery and Gillian played the victim, killed for not keeping quiet about secrets she knew. She knew she was being followed, and at one point, she ran screaming into the lobby, "Help me! Somebody please help me!" - but this was polite society in the 1920's, and she was ignored. Later, she was found beheaded. Now, before you think I'm some kind of sick puppy who has these kinds of dreams often, first of all, I'm not. Second, keeping in the tradition of the kinds of dreams I do tend to have, there was no blood or gore. Gillian's character didn't even really die - she just walked around headless ala The Invisible Man - wearing huge hats to cover the fact that she had no head. If she were to wrap a scarf around her face, I believe it might have outlined her face. |
Gillian's character hired a private inspector - a man like one you'd find in an Agatha Christie novel - to help her find her killer. Gillian's character would walk around the hotel, sometimes wearing her huge hats, sometimes not, and she would be carrying her baby, who I'd assumed was Piper Maru as an infant.
Once, I watched Gillian walk by, and I commented to the hotel clerk, "You don't see that every day." The hotel clerk replied, "Speak for yourself. We've seen much worse." In fact, the hotel regulars around me were so blasé about the sight of a headless woman carrying her baby, they didn't even comment on the fact that she was headless so much as take offense at her horrible sense of fashion.
Anyway, Gillian's character eventually helped find and capture the man who killed her. I "woke" up within the dream, and I was back in the 1990's, still in the hotel, standing in that lobby. Turns out I was attending a mystery writers conference, and even watching the movie was a dream; the next morning, I was having breakfast with Gillian and David (they were guests at the convention for some reason). I told Gillian about the movie-dream, which she found amusing. David sulked and pouted, asking, "Did you dream about me?" Actually, yes. Before the movie, there was a preview for David's next movie - a road trip movie set in the Southwest.
The dream continues, focusing mostly on the convention itself UNTIL, during one of our breaks, I went browsing through a local bookstore with fellow attendees. I picked up 5 books - a quintology, actually. I had read in the trades that these books were to be made into a series of plays starring Gillian. They followed the story of a young, poor woman who was forced to prostitute herself to make ends meet. The books were existential in nature, and there was much pontificating on the nature of this woman's life and how she had come to find herself in this predicament. She eventually rises above her status and seeks revenge against her abusive pimp.
(Trust me, it's taking much courage for me to post this dream for the whole world to see, so be kind in your comments. I don't make these up! )
The books were artfully arranged in the Griffin & Sabine tradition and were fairly pricey. One book alone cost me $31.97 (don't ask me why I remember that number. I figure it's a sign I need to play the lottery or something.) I exclaimed to my fellow mystery writers, "$31.97? For that much it better change my life!" Some of them groaned in dismay. "I hate it when people say things like that," said one woman to me. "Art has no price!" I woke up before I could tell her exactly where she could put her pricey art and attitude.
One of my friends who analyses dreams said she won't even touch this one. ;->
In this one I was trying to seduce Mitch Pileggi (Skinner) - a lot of wishful seduction going on in these dreams, isn't there? A tad strange for me because Skinner's never done anything for me - and since the time of that dream still doesn't. Oh, I'm sure he's a nice guy, etc., but ever since I watched "Tunguska," all I can think of is fluffy white chest hair, and how I wish Mitch would just keep his shirt on. On top of that, at the Los Angeles Expo, someone suggestively asked him if she could rub his head, and he said no, because his wife wouldn't allow it. After that, I kept wanting to ask if she'd let me rub it for good luck instead. But enough about that...
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In the dream, I was at an informal schmoozefest-conference for people working in the TV industry (another conference!). Mitch wasn't Mitch the X-Files Actor, but rather a producer from another TV show. I was working for my mother, who was also a producer (though she'd never set foot near a TV production in real life), and I think I was her production assistant. During a break from one of the panels, I shyly whispered to my Mom over coffee and donuts, "I really like that guy. He's really cute. Can you get him to come over and talk to me?" Doesn't get much weirder than having your Mom set up a date for you with a guy almost twice your age, does it? Mom tried her best, but Mitch was profoundly unimpressed with her attempts at chit-chat. Instead, he ended up going home with one of my real-life co-workers, Katie (who doesn't even watch the show, of course). I guess he wasn't already married in this dream, either... hopefully. |
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