Dream a little dream of ... theaters.

I had a dream last night I bought an older, large movie theater. You know the type, one of the "old school" type ones that only had 2 screens that occasionally have a balcony (this one, as far as I can recall did not - at least not in the "main theater"). The "main theater" room was MASSIVE for a movie theater...I'd guess 600 seats or more (complete with a very heavy red velvet curtain with gold brocade) stadium seating...no balcony. The second much smaller theater (100 seats at most) was long and narrower, with a rich royal blue velvet curtain (with the same gold brocade). I don't remember looking up or behind me in the second, smaller theater so there very well could have been a balcony that I didn't see.

The front foyer and main lobby was very ornate....lots of marble and art deco-y in style. The paint was very bright, theatrical and bordering on almost gaudy. It was a bright baby pink with a stark white trim and black carpet with a golden metal runner. Very art deco colours, but very over the top. It was great. Everything you'd want in a theatrical theater. You know? I actually want to say that the lobby in my dream was modeled after a theater in my hometown, but I can't be sure on that. I have a vague recollection of the theater colour palate but it may have not been the same.

I remember that I dreampt that there was a major mall that was built around this theater that I bought. The theater itself had sat back down this alleyway off a main street. Everything around the theater was demolished and this large mall was built around it. The first 10 feet or so of the front of the theater building was inside the mall, jutted out so even the front facade wasn't removed...everything about the theater was left in tact. Even the brickwork at the front with the marquee majestically hanging out as well. 

An older theater in my hometown (since demolished) similar to the one in my dream (on a slightly smaller scale).

The theater; while it mainly showed movies; also had a stage that could house live theater, orchestras, bands and in the past had staged vaudeville acts as well. I remember walking through this MASSIVE theater with my friends Deena, Suzi and Maya We were waiting for other friends of ours to arrive as well. I THINK I had managed (somehow) to pursuade Duran Duran to perform at my opening, it was a private function and no one knew about it, like it was supposed to be a surprise...but I'm not 100% on that. I think I had told my friends that they thought they were just coming to see the theater I'd bought and be there for my grand opening. The thing is...I don't remember ever SEEING Duran in my dream, I just remember thinking to myself "I can't believe I've pulled this off without anyone knowing that they're coming!".

I also remember there were these kids (probably 20 or so) sitting in the theater (kids probably between the ages of 6 and 8 or so) watching Bugs Bunny cartoons on the big screen while we were walking through looking around. The house lights weren't completely down, just down enough not to be a distraction to the cartoon watching. In retrospect, I want to say it was something like Beaver and Brownie troops or something like that sitting watching the cartoons. I think I had hosted some sort of "Welcome to the theater/Welcome to the community" come watch Saturday morning cartoons for these children.

Sadly, I woke up before the rest of my friends could arrive or the guys. I remember looking up at this massively wide stage at one point (the curtains were completely pulled back and you could see the brick back of the wall behind the screen). And I remember thinking to myself that Simon had a LOT of space to roam and cover during the show.

It's not the first time I've dreampt of owning a theater. And quite likely won't be the last. Who knows, maybe I've owned one in a past life or maybe someday I'll own one. Who knows...

One Last Glimpse,

~K

If you don't have anything nice to say...

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"

Human nature and behavior fascinates me. It's also frustrating as hell, but that's besides the point. I often ponder the hows and the whys of the ways we think and the things we do. Perhaps I should have taken several people's advice saying I should have been a psychologist or a psychiatrist but alas, I didn't.

I've never (for example – because this instance just reared it's ugly head in a friend of mine's life) understood the reasoning behind people bullying and saying such negative things about others. What does it get them? Does it do something for them? Does it make them feel better about themselves? And what's often funny is that the people who do these things and say these things are quite often (more than not) in a position where they know the devastating effects that bullying has. Either they have experienced first hand themselves or they have bared witness to the effects of someone they love dearly that bullying and slandering has had.

But almost always, the person who starts the slandering and bullying takes offense to when the tables are turned and it is done in kind. So why start it? It goes back to the question of: What do you get out of it? Is your existence that meaningless and pitiful that you can dish it out but you can't take it?

I've never bared witness to such behavior as these anywhere else, except for online. And it is a no holds barred type behavior. These people, these supposed "mature responsible adults", resorting to slanderous comments, name calling and lies. Duplicitous behaviors and backstabbing also run rampant. WHY?

It's infuriating. And it's more than a little embarrassing when you're associated with the perpetrator(s) (thankfully I'm not in this specific case although once upon a time I was).

It's funny (not in a ha ha funny) in a way, I know for a fact that this person who is saying these things has had her own child bullied, so you'd think that they themselves would be an advocate to stop such behaviors. Sadly, this is not the case. Only when it suits them, does it behoove them to do so.

I'm not saying we all have to get along. That would be damn near impossible. But if you don't like someone, shut the hell up and be about your own business and let other people live their own lives. Peacefully. Don't stir up unwanted or needed crap about people. Especially people you have nothing to do with. In the end, it only makes you look like a cold hearted, mean person. And what's the point in that?

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt"

One Last Glimpse,

~K

The prodigal return of JT

Really? Really kids? Do we need to revisit this again? I thought we'd been over this, and had it cleared up. But clearly, by all the slagging and mud slinging, bitching and whining that is not the case whatsoever.

Let me spell it out for you in small words. John. Owes. You. Nothing. Who he is, does, where he goes, is NOT our business. (This goes for all the guys). If you're a fan, shut up, be a fan and leave it at that.

There was no alternate reason (nor any reason to think otherwise) other than the one John himself gave for going on his self imposed Twitter break. And those who go searching for other reasons why are nothing but rumor mill mongers.

John's return to Twitter can easily be answered in a few answers. They're the same reasons why he joined Twitter (and everyone started following him to being with). He's promoting something he's proud of. Are you trying to tell me that was insincere as well? I think not.

He's a business man, he's a smart and savvy one at that. He knew at 17 what he wanted from life and achieved it by his 20s. Not many can say that. I certainly can't. You should be proud of him, and for his accomplished and ashamed of yourselves, those of you who are rumor mongering and searching for something that isn't there.

Will he stay on Twitter after his Tweet-fest to promote his book? I hope so, but honestly I'd have second thoughts if I were him if this is the way his return is going to be received. So he's coming back to promote the paperback release...so what? Who cares? He joined twitter to promote AYNIN, so why wouldn't he return now?

Instead of slagging him off and calling him insincere, perhaps you should be proud of his accomplishments instead. If he hadn't had his life, traveled this path and been the person he is – I think all of our lives would be different than they are.

I'm proud of you John. Always. Should you choose to stay after your promotion Tweet-fest this week, I look forward to reading your Tweets and interacting with you. Should you choose to become silent again for a while; I for one; will be waiting for you when you get back.

One Last Glimpse,

~K

Dreaming of distant times....

Dear readers:

  I have been neglectful, again. But truthfully I've not had much to say. Life has plodded along, same old same old. Nothing new to report. My Mom always said if you had nothing nice to say...don't say anything at all. And it's not that I didnt have anything nice to say, I just hate to ramble in these posts. So I figued it was best I say nothing. But know, that I have missed you and this blog. And we'll see what happens.


~K


I often have odd dreams. Peculiar even. I've dreampt in 3^rd person, where I'm watching myself (as if watching a movie) in a dream. I've had lucid dreams where I'm aware that I'm dreaming, and able to alter an manipulate the course of the dream if I don't like the direction the dream is going. But never have I dreampt about myself and interacted with myself in a dream – until last night.

I dreampt I was at a party (at first seemingly as if I were watching a fully immersible virtual reality movie). I could see myself (much younger) sitting at a table with family and childhood friends. It was evening, and judging by the way people were dressed, most likely summer. I could even see the colourful patio lanterns that we had when I was young out on our back patio. They brightly lit up outside of the window that my younger self had her back to.

My younger sister-in-law, Christine stood beside the current me at one point (she was a child) asking my younger self for something or about something, but I have no idea what that may have been or why she was there. She didn't seem to notice the older me, or if she did – she said nothing.

I remember at one point I followed myself down the hall towards the bedrooms. The house as I remember it to be when I was 3 or 4. When I arrived to where my bedroom would have been, the dream shifted slightly and I was standing in the hallway of my maternal Grandparents home. Their home was similar to ours and around the corner.

I was standing in the bedroom doorway looking at myself and another young girl, who now I'm uncertain as to who it was, although I believe at the time I knew. I asked “How old are you here?” looking down at my younger self. “Five and a half.” I replied proudly but with a slight tone of “you should know that” that I am all too familiar with. Such attitude!

I nodded, turned on my heel (noting to myself that I was only 4 or so when we had moved out of the house I had been dreaming of), and entered my Grandparents bedroom. I looked over my Grandmother's dresser for something and then walked towards her cedar chest. I'm aware I'm looking for something, but I'm also aware I have no idea what that “something” is.

I saw my Mom standing just inside the doorway and I began apologizing to her for sending her “the letter”. She insists that it is fine and not to worry about it. I have no idea (even as I was dreaming it) what letter I'm talking about or referring to. Not a clue.

I don't ever recall writing my mother a letter of any significance. I just know I was quite upset about sending her this letter – whatever it was and desperately wanted her forgiveness for it.
I can remember embracing her and being able to actually smell her perfume in my nose. It was calming, and comforting. Her birthday is approaching this week - and I'd like to think that maybe she paid me a visit so I could give her a hug for her birthday.

One Last Glimpse,

~K

Little girl gone to the big city

Hello dear readers. Yes, I've been remiss.... and I apologize. I am a bad, bad blogger.


Now that we have THAT out of the way.....

My eldest daughter is on vacation this week in Los Angeles. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a nervous wreck, mostly while she's flying (I don't like to fly) so I get nervous when those I know and care about, are flying.

She is in California to visit with some friends that she's known for probably about 5 or 6 years now. They're all going to the same anime convention which she has been planning for the better part of 8 months. She saved (most of) the money herself and her Dad and I were very happy to let her and make sure she was able to go.

I know she's with a great group of friends so I'm not concerned about her safety. She's a smart kid, with a good head on her shoulders (most of the time LOL). So I know the most trouble she'd get into would be staying up late to watch some anime movie she'd never seen before (OOOOOO!!!). I know, I know a rebel just like her Mom. (NOT!)

This latest plane crash in San Francisco has me a little freaked out. I have to say I'm not going to be comfortable until she finds her way back to this time zone and I know she has landed SAFELY in Detroit.

Is that odd? I'm not worried about her being in LOS ANGELES....but I'm more concerned about her flying. I guess it's because in this day and age of internet and networking, I know so many people who would absolutely be there in a heartbeat if need be who are in the Los Angeles area if there were an emergency that I'm not worried about it. You know?

In any event I'm going to squoosh my "little girl" when she gets home on Wednesday just that little bit extra and make her eyeballs bug out a little once she's home safe and sound on terra firma.

One Last Glimpse,


~K

Let's play "Catch up!"

I'm not sure what's going on with me lately. I am all over the map. I scatterbrained, unsettled and anxious. I have written next to nothing in the last 6 weeks, and honestly I'm not sure why. It's not that I'm uninspired to do so, I just...haven't.

I just turned 42 ten days ago, and I had a nice quiet birthday. Which was nice. We didn't do much, it was just us...and we had a good time. We decided at the last minute to go out for sushi for dinner (which - I LOVE probably more than I should), which was fantastic.

I went to see New Kids on the Block with 98 Degrees and Boys II Men with my youngest sister in law, and of course we had a great time doing that. It's the third time I've seen them (New Kids) and they put on a very high energy, fantastic show. But, I think this may have been the best show yet and yet, I can't put my finger on as to why. The first time was here at home in London. Mary and I went we went with my other sister in law Megan - which was a good time. We went to dinner before, and enjoyed ourselves for the most part. The second time was in Toronto, but this time it was 3 of my sisters in law and I (Mary, Megan and Maureen) and it was New Kids with Backstreet Boys. Our seats sucked...but the show was good. But this time it was just Mary and I - our seats were good, and the show was awesome.

I can't sleep tonight. Something I'm relatively used to - I tend to go through about a week of this in the summer. I'm not sure why. It's annoying, but it is what it is and I'm used to it...sort of. Unfortunately it's not happening on days when I'm off. But, it's okay - I'm sure I'll survive.

I'm hoping next week we can look at houses. I'm actually dying to get out of where we're living now. I'm due for a change of scenery. It's not that this place is horrible or anything, but I can't put "my mark" on where we are now. We're renting and we would only have to repaint or have it repainted when we moved out, and I don't want to have to do that. We're in a position that we can finally start looking (I hope!) and I've seen a few online that I quite like. So...we'll see. I'll keep you posted.

Promise!!

One Last Glimpse,

~K

I don't do horror flicks

A friend of mine this evening mentioned that the movie "The Exorcist" is going to be at the movie theater near where she lives. I don't do scary movies. I'm not the kind of person you want to take to a scary movie. I'm the kind of person who sits there with her fingers in her ears, and my eyes closed. If I don't I jump at every little thing and will open up my mouth and scream like a little girl. No joke. Seriously.

The first time (and ONLY time) I ever saw "The Exorcist" was a rainy Sunday afternoon with my friend Nat. She was DYING to see it, her parents had gone out for the afternoon and we had the big screen TV ALL to ourselves. We walked over to the local variety store, rented the movie and got our snacks and strolled back to her place to settle in.

I can remember my Mom telling me two things about two specific scary movies when they were released. The movie "Psycho" and "The Exorcist" had both made people literally run screaming from the movie theater when they were released. Fan.Tastic. But I was about 15 or so, and it was daylight after all, so being the cocky teen that I was - I could handle it. Right? WRONG.

I spent the next 2 hours curling my hair in my friend Nat's bathroom with my friend Nat yelling "KEN! COME SEE!!!" And me saying "Nope! I'm good!" from the bathroom. I was working on some KICK ASS 80's big ass rocker hair. For two hours.

At the time, Nat was dating this guy who had been raised Catholic. Fairly devout if memory serves. JUST as Linda Blair having "THE" scene with the crucifix... in comes the boyfriend. And there's Linda Blair screaming "Fuck me...". I answer the door, Linda Blair is screaming and masturbating and the boyfriend says to me "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WATCHING???!" Technically I wasn't watching anything, I was seeing how big I could get my hair (and likely singing Duran Duran, Triumph, Kiss, Poison or Motley Crue into the mirror), but you get the idea.

I don't remember the end of The Exorcist, and I guess technically I've only ever seen bits and pieces of it, but what I saw was plenty for me.

So, I don't do the big scary movies. I don't mind a good mind fuck movie (in fact I LOVE those! The Ring -- I LOVED....except for the end), but I can't do horror flicks. I'm just too big of a wimp.

One Last Glimpse,

~K