Posted by: ilanasmith | April 11, 2005

To sleep, perchance to do a bunch of drugs

Emerson wrote "Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams."

I have a frightening natural character.

I dreamed that Cin, Kb and I, along with the Alexs, were in a Buddhist Monastery at the Mt Everest Base Camp.  (It wasn’t an actual monastery – I suspect my subconscious drew on kung fu movies when creating an appropriately Himalayan building.)  While exploring, a touter tried to get us to come and see the preview of a new ballet: a ballet of Sweeney Todd.

There are many bizarre aspects to this dream, but the one I was very concerned about, even within the dream, was how the hell you’d make a ballet out of Sweeney Todd.  It doesn’t seem to lend itself to graceful storytelling.  Plie, plie, arabesque, stuff person in pie, grand jete!

The dream also had an undesirable by-product – I woke up with "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd" stuck in my head.

"….Fleet!   Street!"

UPDATE: Yammy has a strange natural character too.  He reports the following:

"You might find it amusing to know that a few nights ago I had a dream about having dinner with BillG and his friends (he picked me up in his helicopter and we went to the Bahamas). When he showed up and shook my hand, he said "Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Ilana Smith."



  1. The strangest thing I’ve ever done in a dream was to cut off my friend’s head, although (in the dream) she _had_ asked me to. I think I hadn’t realised that that would kill her, as I remember unsuccessfully trying to squish it back onto her neck like play-doh.

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