Ok, seriously, I need to stop dreaming/talking/thinking about famous people. Because they always end up in the news right after I do so, and this last time it was not for a good reason.

For some random reason on saturday night, I was talking about Charlton Heston and his illness.

Do you see where this is going?

When I got home, what was the first thing that popped up? Charlton Heston was dead.

THIS IS THE THIRD FRICKIN TIME something like this has happened, and I don't know how to explain it. But it left me feeling very sick to my stomach.

I suppose it could be a coincidence really, but it's been three times in a row. Of course, the other two didn't die. Daniel Day Lewis went on to win an Oscar after I dreamt about him channeling Einstein. Ironically when he first popped up in the news after my dream, he was wearing a suit very similar to the one he stripped out of in my dream.

The day after I dreamed about being married to some random wrestler, which makes no sense as I have never even WATCHED the show other than catching glimpses of it when I'd walk through the living room back when my brother watched it so many years ago, he pops up randomly in the news to announce he and his wife are having a baby.

Things are just so weird.

RIP Charlton. you were a terrific actor my friend.

It's funny, but every time I dream about a celebrity and I remember that dream, they pop up in the news within the next few days. After I had that dream about Daniel Day Lewis, he showed up in ONTD in a suit very similar to the one he was wearing in my dream. Sunday, I had a dream about, of all people, Triple H, from wrestling. It really makes no sense, because I don't WATCH wrestling. No one in my FAMILY watches wrestling anymore. It's been years since anyone has. And yet, Sunday night, I had a dream about being married to him and thinking it was oh so wonderful. Then yesterday or so, I see an article that shows a picture of him and his wife announcing that they are expecting a baby. WTF dreams?!

Rehersal is...well, going. It's a HUGE cast and not everyone is always there, which is rough. Tonight though, we pulled a magnificent prank. My friend Jeff is really uptight about doing things he think make him look foolish. In this play, he has to do a lot of sort of dancing to convey things. One of the things he has to dance for is a horse race. He carries a horse stick and does this step thing around in a circle and just absolutely hates it. So I pestered my director, who loves me, and he consented to let us bring in a hobby horse one night and have it handed to him in place of his horse stick. Now, this hobby horse was amazing. It was purple with a white mane, it had pastel roses on it's head and pretty pastel ribbons hanging from its bridle. hahahahaha oh God he hated it. I also made him do the hokey pokey. Because when I lead warm ups, that's what we do. It relaxes people for the most part. They laugh and smile and have a good time. Breaks tensions and what not. He hates the hokey pokey too.

I also spent the night running around drawing hearts on peoples hands with hot pink highlighter. They are now marked as my valentines. I got almost everyone, including the director. Everyone is my valentine! It's a day celebrating love, and I love my cast, so they are all included! From the 9 year old girl to the 73 year old man, they are all bearing marks of love! People need know they are appreciated, and that's what I was attempting to do. Now I think I must go to bed, because I have to love on my babies and my peoples tomorrow. I want to go and pick up some cookies or something before rehersal so I can spread love in the best sort of way, the yummy way! Ciao!