Dream A Little Dream Of Me

So I re-watched my favorite movie ever – Waking Life – last week and decided that I am going to learn how to lucid dream and become an oneironaut.

I’ve actually been obsessed with the idea of lucid dreaming and being an oneironaut (even when I didn't know that word) for a long time. In college, when my then-boyfriend and I would go home for winter break and over the summer, we tried to astral project and have out-of-body experiences so we could see each other. It never worked, but we never stopped trying.

I’ve started doing some research and it seems the first step is to become aware of and remember your dreams. I’ve actually had some pretty spectacularly weird ones lately, including an awesome one last night with Henry Rollins, on whom I have had a HUGE crush for like a hundred years. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize it was a dream in time, otherwise I’d have been having some lucid fun with Henry. Damn.

Anyhow, another aspect of learning to lucid dream is knowing when you are dreaming (of course) and when you are awake. So I do reality tests pretty frequently, even when I’m sure I’m awake, mostly so I can engrain in my mind the act and then take it into the dream world with me. I figure if I make it a habit, then I’ll be able to continue doing it even when I’m asleep.

Anyhow, I'm only at the beginning stages, but I totally feel like I can get there if I focus. And I'm jealous of all of you who can do this without trying.

Want Or Need?

Cool lamp, originally uploaded by City Elf.

Saw this lamp at Camilo and Diana's and I can't stop thinking about buying it for my house.

There's No Place Like Home

My realtor and I went out over my lunch hour to view some houses. I'm finding more and more places in my price range and I may have lucked out today.

We visited a 3 bed, 1 1/2 bath house in Alhambra, just south of the 10 up on a hill. The place is in fantastic shape - it still has tenants - and located on a quiet street. It has a nice kitchen, lots of storage, and a huge (though mostly hardscape) backyard with two lemon trees!

It's not in Pasadena, which is unfortunate, but it's pretty close (20 minutes without traffic). Anyhow, frankly, I could never afford this place if it was in Pasadena.

My realtor is calling the selling agent this afternoon to discuss next steps. I'm trying hard not to get my hopes up because it's a short sale, and that means it could easily fall through for any number of reasons, especially if someone outbids me. However...I really like this place a lot so, okay, my hopes are totally up. Pray for me!

O-Face

I don't know whether it says more about the current state of my sex life or my insatiable lust for food that I had some serious erotic urges during my visit to the Mecca of gourmet shopping, the Whole Foods on Arroyo Parkway in Pasadena.

I can't help it; it's a very sexy place. I honestly had to suppress the urge to start removing items of clothing and rubbing up against display cases. It's probably time to start dating again.

'M' Is For 'Mortified'

So there's this smoking hot dude who works out at the gym where I meet with my trainer. I've been drooling over him for quite some time but never talk to him. (The famous City Elf bravado works better when I'm not dressed in a baggy t-shirt and yoga pants, soaked in my own sweat.)

Anyhow, today my trainer decided to "help" me out by starting a conversation with him when I went to grab some water. I came back as she was asking him what he does and why he drives such a big truck, a fact I had mentioned to her earlier.

"When did you see my truck?" he asked, looking surprised.

"Oh, um, I saw it in the parking lot. Well, really, she saw it and told me," she said, pointing at me as I melted into a humiliated little puddle on the floor.

"It, uh, looks like a big truck for one person," I mumbled.

He was all, "Thanks, Al Gore." Okay, not really. He said something about snowboarding and surfing (hella hot) and then I sort of turned around to get back to my workout while giving my trainer a half-hearted stinkeye.

Please, please, Melody, I beg of you: no more dating help. I don't think I can take the stress or the embarassment.

Be Awesome

Dear Ryan North:

Please, please, please will you marry me?

I have a thing for redheads (or sort-of redheads) and dinosaurs. Also robots and ice cream, but perhaps that's irrelevant.

Anyhow, let me know. You don't have to come to the States; I would totally move to Canada.

xoxo
City Elf

I Can Too Write My Name In The Snow

Amazing virtual pee experience? Count me in! As soon as I get a Wii.



*doin' the pii pii dance*

Fight For Your Right To Be Undead

Since my previous post mentioned my penchant for monster movies, I should mention that I am DYING* to see American Zombie, opening March 28:



* pun not intended...or was it?

WANT

Normally, I am not a jewelry girl. And I am pretty much never a gold girl; I prefer silver.

But I saw this:


and I am going crazy with desire!