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I’m not one to typically remember details of dreams but I thought I’d type this one out. Somehow I was on the set of X-Men “blah blah sequel number”

Actually, I was in the movie. I remember them doing a take and I was supposed to run along side a building with blahhhblurry, blurryblah, and someone else. All I had to do was respond to a line, react and say a line.

The director cut the scene after I was done and told me that my performance was horrible. That it was stiff and amateurish. I remember finding this unsettling.

Now, there are few things that I humility in (not lacking humility ironically being one of them) I don’t consider myself the best actor in the world. I mean.. I don’t act for a living. But I consider myself a competent performer. I believe that I could hold my own on TV, stage or film.

That being said, I felt that I wasn’t delivering an acceptable performance. I felt that I wasn’t up to par with other actors. I honestly felt to myself that my performance was weak and amateurish. Again, this was in the dream.

I tried a few times and each time, it just felt wooden and lifeless. Eventually we took a break. (There was an interlude attached dream where I was on a snow covered mountain racing a thingee)

When I came back, they announced that there were some budgetary issues and they were shutting down production on the Superman flick.

hmmn.

Now there were lots of weird elements. Due to my experience, most of my performance dreams are stage based, not film. I typically have the “lines not memorized, not prepared for, etc” dreams. Also the X-Men to Superman thing was just weird. But above all, I’ve never had my abilities either called into question or perceived myself as my abilities not being up to standard.

Kinda not comfortable with the dream. Not sure what to think.

weird.

Today the corridors in the office became littered with ‘artwork.’

Our company is to this day considered synonymous with a man who has his name all over a good deal of our products. The man in question fancies himself an art collector. Today, several pieces from his collection were placed along the walls between the office doors. This unto itself wouldn’t be bad except for the fact that I discovered this fact when outside my office door were 3 oversized photographs of a rotund man sweating with sunglasses tossing a young girl into the air.

Several of us on the team referred to it as, “Sexual Predator Tossing a Girl” and lucky me, I had three of them. Now, one co-worker admitted that he really liked the pictures. Granted, he also said he wanted the photos of the “Barbie Dolls” in front of his office.

The rest of us stood there discussing how the 3 photos made us feel very uncomfortable. One of the managers went to fetch the head of facilities for her opinion. Later, the art people came by with … more art … I was pleasant, yet firm.

I explained that the artwork (gesturing and not referring to it as how I entitled it) made me feel uneasy. They were appreciative to my, “Junior Art-Critic” opinion. They were at least appreciative to the fact that I’d have to walk by “Sexual Predator Tossing a Girl” every day.

Five minutes later the pictures were gone.

They opted to put “Sexual Predator Tossing a Girl” at the end of the hall behind some cubes.

Me? I got Barbie Dolls 😛

I’ve been so stuck on memes of late that I haven’t really felt motivated or inspired to write anything of substance. I think I finally broke thru that mental block today.

I made a post to . At least I am happy with the post. Happily, I don’t really care if anyone else likes it or not. It was just something I felt I needed to post.

Here is the submission to

Cribbed from a posting by prettyoctopussy

No link to her post until later 🙂

Take the test first. Then read my results. It’s kinda spooky…

After you take the test, then read…

Those whom the Gods would destroy, they first teach, “Visual”