Dream Log - It's a Dance-Off!

I had a really strange dream.

I'd like to begin by saying that it has become more and more difficult for me to remember my dreams in detail. Because of this, I've made it a point to try to log them when I get a chance to. I will attempt to post my dreams as often as I remember them.

The dream began with myself and childhood friend walking down a street. It wasn't a street that I recognized, but it seemed familiar regardless. I was speaking to this friend about a Sondheim show that I'm working on with a community theatre. I blinked and we nearly collided with a gentleman walking in the opposite direction. This gentleman was none other than... ahem... Justin Timberlake.

I didn't think anything of the run-in when it happened. I viewed it as an honest mistake and felt that I really should have been watching where I was going. My friend took great offense to the whole situation. He was livid. We were not the ones in the wrong. the two of them began to stare each other down. Time slowed. Sweat tricked down the sides of both of their faces. My friend announced that the only way to solve this problem was to have a dance off. Justin agreed.

The dance-off included several different styles of dance including, pop and lock, new jack swing, broadway, tap, lyrical, salsa, hip-hop, and interpretive... to name a few. They went from one style into the next seamlessly. There was also music to accompany them, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. My friend ended the battle with a few strategic b-boy moves that Justin could not top. That's right. Justin Timberlake got schooled by my childhood friend.

They shook hands and agreed that my friend was the superior dancer. They were soon joined by the Jabberwockeez and Kylie Minogue in a huge ensemble dance number.

...then I woke up.

There are a few things that I've taken away from this dream:

1. The road less travelled will lead to conflicts and meetings that are completely unexpected.

2. I shouldn't feel sorry for any of these encounters.

3. Taking a friend with you on this road could ease the journey and potentially make it more interesting.

4. I really like dance.

5. Any conflict can be solved with a dance-off.

6. If you win, the Jabberwockeez and Kylie Minogue will be there to help you celebrate.

7. I should NOT watch YouTube or reality TV right before going to sleep.

Whimsy - Sketchbook Stuff

MONSTER! Sketchbook Stuff

Irrational Fear of Colours

Apparently people can develop an irrational fear of certain colours because they trigger past tramatic memories. Check out the link below for more information.
www.colourlovers.com/blog/2007/11/11/the-absolutely-scariest-colors-imaginable/

Art Stuff w/ Michelle

This is from a series of illustrations I did with my friend, Michelle (here's her myspace: http://www.myspace.com/huntingthesnark) She wanted to practice illustrating and I wanted to try to figure out water colours. I like colours.^_^

Art Stuff - Scanner Etudes

The New Deal

Who, sir? You sir? You don't know what to do, sir?
I'll give you a clue, sir. Talk to my producer.
My heartbeat's syncopated, tongue twistin's what I do, sir
No rhythm all rhyme, all beat in no time
Close my eyes to the ceiling, I'mma sing this one with feeling
Spotlight is mine, this light it is lime
It feels so sublime, my rhyme's in its prime
Hurry, listen up, here comes a sound bite:
"Hi, I'm your emcee for tonight."
I guess the juxtaposition of my sunny disposition
As I get in this position and I pull out my dukes
Is just as alarmin' as my wit and smile are charmin'
'Cause you know I'm disarmin' when I reach for your nukes
I"ll give you something to shout about
Don't look at me like that. Don't pout your mouth
I'mma leave the room, I'mma mill about
'Cause I'm that girl! "Ooh, that kind of girl"
I'mma make you see colours you ain't ever seen
Take you to places in your heart you ain't ever been
Got my mic in my hand as I do my thing
I be yankin' tuggin' pullin' on your heartstrings
Love me if you feel, hate me 'gainst your will
Make you climb the highest mountain and yell, "Heart, be still!"
But I'm just a girl yelling into a mic
"Don't worry, love you too! HA HA! PSYCH!"
Nah, I'm just playin'. I love you all
Stop time for you 'til all it do is crawl
I hope you're feeling my love, I hope you're feeling my flow,
'Cause I'mma make you love me in super slow-mo
Frame by frame, shot by shot
Thrillin' and suspendin' an intriguin' plot
I'mma muster dialogue that make you fluster
Soundtrack make you trust'er with your next blockbuster
I'mma make the city scream, shimmy and shake
Just like an earthquake, box office will break.
I'm countin' on the fountain on
Wish I dished half the crowd on John Lennon
Or Paul, or George, or even Ringo
Just want an audience, people to sing to
'Cause i got the beat that get them out they seats
Make you drip and strip on account of the heat
I got what you need and you don't need them clothes
I got mad word play and innuendos
What's my name? "G-Spot!"
What do I rock? "The G-Spot"
Stir that drink, your stick will swizzle
When I move, you move, I'mma make you sizzle
Boy, this fire won't ever be quenched
'Til we're pantin' in a pile our bodies drenched
Make you moan, make you scream
Make you wish, make you dream
Make you turn and reach for me
But I'm just in your head, your fantasy
So, you're sick and tired of girls who are over-rated?
Spend some time with me be over compensated
Don't need to hold me, I can hold my own.
You can call my house, but I'm not at home.
"Hello, you've reached Genevieve's phone,
Please leave a message after the tone."
"I'll be out all night 'til the break of dawn,
Don't hold it against me 'cause life goes on."
So dismal and abysmal that your point of view is small
Widen your horizon, open eyes, that is all
Move to the music 'til the rhythm get in us
Stare into the sun 'til you burn your retinas
Make your heart feel, make your heart real
I'mma break the seal 'cause that's the new deal.