today's dream journal entry

I had a dream that I was a student in high school- but this was like almost an improv class. it was me working out a character, it wasn’t me back in my own high school. and this character was very smart and had a bit of whatever the disorder is that makes you touch things when you pass by them. he had to go around the room and touch each desk in the circle whether someone was sitting there or not. and he would be cool w/ everyone unless they said something shitty to him then he would let them have it verbally. and that meant one cutting remark that reduced them down to size. the teacher was very cool and he liked the teacher. it was really more a matter of surviving the school. and then I dreamt I was helping out this girl with her make-up- it was like a competition- but instead of “Top Model” it was like the show was there to help music stars who had fallen out of favor get back into the public eye. she had this big, black- it almost looked like a musical note, attached to her ear as some sort of earring. that was the first thing the judges said had to go. she was wearing this blue and red dress- I think the blue part was furry or fuzzy. maybe made of feathers- the torso part of the dress- the short mini skirt part was red. she may have even had a boa with this. and in the video it was kind of like she was walking out of this lighting stream, which I thought was cool. but the video didn’t really go anywhere. she had curly 80s hair. she had very striking eyes and I told her this. I said, “you know your eyes are your strongest feature, right?” she acted like she didn’t know. and I said she wouldn’t need that ear piece if she did her make-up right. so I started re-doing her make-up and realized that I really don’t know how to apply make-up- that I am/was not a make up artist. I can do stuff on my own face cuz I am so familiar with it, but I don’t actually have skills in how to make someone’s face up. so I kept re-doing it and wondered how I was going to fix this situation.

oh, and I dreamt that I was at this hotel. there was a big swimming pool as well. It was as if I had snuck in or was impersonating someone. this one is rather detailed, it went from seeing this guy on the street that I am really attracted to, to talking to him by touching his legs- I was sitting against him and signing with my hands against his legs and he could understand what I was saying, to being at this large swimming pool with him trying to signal this girl to not let him know that I found him very attractive, to getting kicked off the lifeguard chair that I was sitting on because I wasn’t supposed to be there, to trying to check out of the hotel and fighting w/ the clerks about how long I had stayed and how many tickets I had bought to stay there. then it was still the same hotel but about 1930 or maybe the 1950s. the woman- who was clerk and maybe one of the owners of the hotel, was going through all of my luggage. I forget the reason why. apparently, I had stolen at least my suit coat and one of my luggage pieces from a doctor. I had a dr.’s ID plus some official dotorish stuff in the luggage. I was making excuses for all the random shit I had in there. she eventually become delighted with me rather than annoyed for haggling over the money. when I finally got out of the building it was a different season and a different city. I wasn’t quite sure I was- it made me think of some developing country in Europe- charming but new in a lot of ways. my dreams seemed to have a theme of deviousness, of me pretending to be something or someone I wasn’t.