Dreams and Costumes

I've been slacking on this blogging thing, so I expect this to be a long post.

I had another dream about Neil Gaiman last night. I don't know why my dreams about him are so unusual, especially compared to dreams about my other favorite celebrities.
In the dream I had about David Bowie, (not sure if I ever blogged it) after trying to get his attention all night, he was waiting in my car when I was ready to leave, and we drove around all night listening to music.
In the dream I had about Gideon Emery, he threw a party, we became good friends, and he headed off to try to woo a girl.
I even had a dream recently where Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom were headed off to do typical male macho stuff. Neil Gaiman was in that dream too, but not in too unusual a way.
But in the other Neil Gaiman dream I had, he was trying to seduce me. The strange part is that I never really thought of him that way before I had that dream. He's an awesome storyteller, brilliant and creative. I have a lot of respect for him, and it seems degrading to think of him in anything but a friendly manner. And it seems that I'm a latecomer in discovering that additional, let's say "charisma", in him. And that's still not what I usually think of when I hear his name. And in addition, him and Amanda F. Palmer are now A Thing, which is the coolest matchup in the world.

So in my dream last night...

I went out with my parents and some friends. They gave me something, and I had to wake up early to take care of it before 8:30 am.

I woke up super early, around 4 am, but it was light out and a sunny day. Somehow I ended up on Neil Gaiman's doorstep on some kind of errand. He invited me inside, and I stepped just inside the front door to take care of whatever business I was there on. Whatever it was, we ended up chatting about something totally off subject. I was wearing my heels, and stepped out of them (probably to give my feet a rest). Inside my left shoe, I carried a picture for sentimental value. The picture kept changing, at one point it was my grandpa, at another it was my sister, and when he picked it up, it was my prom picture. He complimented me on it and said I looked pretty.

Then he invited me into his living room. The far wall was covered in cabinets and bookshelves surrounding a little desk with a typewriter/computer. There was someone at the desk typing furiously away, an assistant of some kind, who ignored us and we ignored them.

Neil had blankets and pillows on the floor, and we ended up on them. We were fully clothed, but laying together, and basically cuddling and spooning. (It reminds me of when Brian and I were dating. He had a futon mattress on the floor of his parent's house, and we would do only as much as we could get away with.)

He mentioned that he was lonely. I was confused, because I knew he had AFP. He said that wasn't it, that his personal assistant had moved away and he needed a new one. As much as I wanted to say that I would be his personal assistant, I knew I wouldn't be able to perform the job as well as someone else, so I didn't say anything.

Then we were watching people skiing on the internet, except instead of a computer screen, it was a hologram. We could chat with the people there. I was going to put in my name and where I was (Bloomington, IN, not Neil F Gaiman's house), and he asked me to put in his info too.

I feel a little guilty dreaming about him this way, but at the same time, it was definitely a pleasant dream.

Switching gears, we've decided what we're going to be for Halloween. Yes, it's only June, but that's not too unusual for us. And Brian proposed it this time. We were watching something that mentioned Steampunk, and he said he thought it was cool. My heart skipped a beat, and I excitedly picked up the computer and showed him the world of Steampunk. He said, "Let's do that for Halloween!" Totally.

So the preparation begins. We'll be buying some stuff and making others. We'll buy a coat for Brian, and a bowler hat and a vest. He hates anything other than jeans, so I'm hoping he can get by in black jeans and it'll look okay. He's already got the boots, and a shirt that will work nicely. We're now collecting gears and other stuff to make him a gun of some sort, and anything else we can think of.

For me, I plan to make my skirt and jacket. I found this pattern that I think will be perfect for the jacket, and I've already got an appropriate pattern for the skirt. I think I also have a shirt. I'm not sure if I'll make or buy the petticoat, it depends on cost I think. I'm certainly buying the corset, that's one of those things that really has to be made right. I'll need to buy some boots or shoes too.

And my signature style now is wearing my sunglasses on top of my head. I started that in high school, and it's just stuck with me. It's not like I ever planned it, that's something a lot of people do. It's a convenient way to carry sunglasses without wearing them. But it's rare for me to be without a pair of sunglasses, even on a dreary day, so I always seem to have a pair on top of my head. So for my costume, I'm going to make a pair of glasses style goggles that'll go on top of my head in the typical sunglasses spot. It'll be perfect.

Now I'm excited and am ready to hit Goodwill for supplies...