Dream Blog

Somehow this dream went on for most of the night, but I can't remember quite how it started. We were invaded, and it seemed like the invaders were these big lumpy things that somehow took up all the horizon. They told us they had noticed how much we seemed to enjoy eating, so they decided they wanted to eat us! Well, that freaked us all out, but then they said they wouldn't do it right away but would wait til we died, so we said, well, I guess that's OK. And they were going to do everything for us??? Somehow they had already made things change, even the rocks. They looked like rocks, but when you picked one up, it had some weird color inside and it would leak water. Then I was having a big conversation with their commisioner... who was then a woman who looked human. There were other human-looking "overseers" too, but somehow we all knew who they were. I was arguing that if they did everything for us it would take away what made us human, that we had drive and we fought for things, etc. etc. Can't remember it all know, but it was quite a long and impassioned speech. I was very concerned. Later on, I asked some male "overseer" to give me the phone # of another high alien mucky-muck, whose name was something like Mr. Namby-Poo ??? so I could make the same argument to him and explain how important it was for us to remain human and have to struggle for things and be creative and invent, etc. etc. He was very reluctant, but I finally got the number and made an appointment through a secretary. When the day came, I couldn't keep the appointment because I was having my period and having all kinds of problems, so I had to make another.
Then I was watching John MacEnroe perform in some kind of skit??? something with medieval looking costumes. At one point he stabbed some guy in the side, but then it was he who collapsed into a coffin. ??? Afterwards, we were talking, and he was worried about how his lines sounded, etc. I told him that his fall into the coffin was very realistic. During this I had a sudden insight about my upcoming talk with the alien mucky-muck, that I would also explain how the dominant scientific paradigm has fucked things up so bad by saying that things are separate when in fact everything is connected.
Then I'm sitting at a table with Momma eating a sandwich. I look out the window and see Denzel Washington, wearing a cap pulled down over his head, wandering around on the corner looking like he's lost. I go outside, do not mention his name, but ask him if I can help. He says he was supposed to meet a Santa Clus on this corner and help give out presents to kids or something. I tell him there was another guy here earlier for the same thing and Santa never showed then either. Somehow he came inside and we were offering him something to eat. Cool, having Denzel Washington in the house.