Missed the Boat, Movie Extra Extra

I dreamed I was wrapped up for winter, even though it was only a mildly chilly day, because I was going on a cruise to Alaska. Unfortunately, the traffic was stopped and my shuttle missed the sailing time by about 15 minutes. I managed to get to the ticketing office, and they switched my boarding to LA, but told me I had to get there on my own. I made my way over to the train station where they looked at me like I was crazy, but the ticketing agent just smiled and asked if I'd forgotten my sunglasses. I looked at her questioningly, and she laughed and said I looked like a spy from "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego" and that made me chuckle.

In the second dream of the morning I was an extra in a zombie movie, and at the same time performing with some friends in an art film using some of the other extras as their main performers. I was in a torn up tuxedo and my hands were made up so I could tear off bits of my own "flesh" and chew on them. It worked so well that the director of the movie I was an extra in decided to promote me to a "named" zombie and featured me in a couple of different scenes. This sort of threw off the filming of the other film a bit, but the directors' production assistants managed to work out a compromise, and at one point I was being whisked away in a cart with a makeup artist and a costumer going at me while I sat in the back. In the second movie there was a weird romantic tangle and I had a set of cheat cards with the character faces and names of my partners, because there was not going to be any other way to recognize them under all the makeup. Those cards were in plastic badge holders and kept popping out of my shirt. We finally got the idea to rubber band them together and safety pin them to my t-shirt.

Warehouse Home

I dreamed J and I had moved into the city. We were living on the second and third floor of a converted warehouse building. Inside the bottom floor, were two locked areas, one with N's old furniture and one with J's antique collection (at least, the stuff that wasn't being used in our home.) N came to visit on a day that we were having a huge party, she wanted to get some of her stuff out of storage. After deciding what things she was going to take and what she wanted tossed, we made our way back into the home. There was a stained glass door between the sitting room and the formal dining room, off one end of the dining room was another sitting room, this one with stairs up to the more private parts of the house, and two doors to the kitchen and a long front facing set of old offices now converted into various library and sitting rooms. There were stairs at the end (a spiral staircase) that went up to the loft area. We ended up chatting in the loft room, overlooking the road and the deli/butcher shop across the street. The butcher was just stepping out of his shop, so I called out to him. Turns out he was from Chicago and was an old friend of N's. He didn't recognize her at first (she'd let her hair go completely white and the usual wrinkle based age differences.)