Oh, that's right. It was my (totally gay) dream, wasn't it?
Well, I'm glad it wasn't Mel Gibson in the dream, so I don't have to stab my eyes out.
It's interesting that I don't mind having stuck in my head the image of a naked Thomas Gibson taking a leak. (To my subconscious, he probably symbolizes my own dick, anyway; Thomas/John Thomas.)
A lot of the location in your dream sounds like the old Los Angeles theater. The marble stairway that led down into the oval entry room to the ladies lounge had a domed ceiling and led into another room with ornate stall doors. How did you know all that? I didn't think you ever went in there. It's good you didn't wait till Thomas Gibson finished changing into Mel because he was probably pissing on a dressing table in one of the alcoves where ladies used to put on their makeup and tease and spray their hair.
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Date: 2004-02-16 07:57 pm (UTC)Well, I'm glad it wasn't Mel Gibson in the dream, so I don't have to stab my eyes out.
It's interesting that I don't mind having stuck in my head the image of a naked Thomas Gibson taking a leak. (To my subconscious, he probably symbolizes my own dick, anyway; Thomas/John Thomas.)
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Date: 2004-02-16 05:52 pm (UTC)from santa ana
Date: 2004-02-16 11:09 pm (UTC)The marble stairway that led down into the oval entry room to the ladies lounge had a domed ceiling and led into another room with ornate stall doors.
How did you know all that? I didn't think you ever went in there.
It's good you didn't wait till Thomas Gibson finished changing into Mel because he was probably pissing on a dressing table in one of the alcoves where ladies used to put on their makeup and tease and spray their hair.