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Weird Dream.
Jan. 4th, 2005 09:25 amI had the fucking weirdest dream ever last night. And I wrote it down as soon as I woke up, so I remember it!
I was filming The Lord of the Rings in Los Angeles. The film had nowt to do with the actual plot of the book, except certain characters were there. Actually, come to think of it, the only original characters were Arwen, Bilbo, and Legolas. For some reason, I was the Ring-bearer, and my job was to keep the ring from Bilbo, who was about the size of a handpuppet. I think he was a handpuppet. There was a miniature steam train that we rode on to get to Mordor, which was inside someone's house. I was with my friend Jon, and he got into the house rather easily, but I got stuck in the front hall. I knocked on Bilbo's door, which was a round green door in the hall, much like a mouse hole. When he realised it was me, he opened the door, and asked me to show him the Precious. When I pulled it from my trouser pocket, it was just the silver pinky ring I wear in real life, only the celtic trinity knots on the band had slightly faded. A bit later, I got unstuck from the hall, Jon was no longer with me. In the various rooms of the house, there were monsters to fight (none of which were ever in LotR), and somehow, I think Bilbo was killed, as were the monsters.
Then, I was running down a street carrying a stick and some grocery sacks screaming "Arwen!!" Liv Tyler was at the corner, waiting for me. I galloped up to her, Holy Grail-style, and handed her the stick like it took skill to do. We were on our way to a cast meeting, which was to be held at her father's office. In this dream, her father was not Steven Tyler, but some guy who looked like the guy from Van Halen and was a washed up 80s rocker. He was going on and on about how Aerosmith never used his song ideas, and when he burst into song at the meeting, everyone knew why. At this meeting, we were discussing who was kissing whom, and I was overjoyed that my part called for me to kiss Orlando Bloom. He was neutral about it, and I wondered why he didn't care about kissing me.
Later, we were in a pub where the next scene was to be filmed. Someone was meant to walk in to the pub, fire a shot into the air, which was meant to hit me. We rehearsed the scene, and I fell as I was scripted to do, and everyone stood around me in a circle, critiquing my fall. Orlando was in his Pirates costume and he was telling PJ he thought I fell rather nicely. A few moments later, we were all just sitting around waiting for the rain to stop, and Orlando (now in v v gay street clothes: dark denims and a short orange tee with short, post-LotR hair) pulled out his mobile and rang someone. He said, "Let's rack. I went home, and Rack was dead. Gone. I know she had keys to the house, but she shouldn't have done that." We all suddenly knew that Rack was Orlando's dog, and his ex-girfriend had killed him. I don't know why he said "Let's rack," but this is already a fucking odd dream. He was crying, saying "You're right, I'm crying!" We were all trying to comfort Orlando, but he was having none of it.
That's it. Longer written out that I'd thought it would be, but it was strange, so I had to share it with you lot. I think I dreamt all this nonsense because I watched the extras on the Pirates of the Caribbean DVD where they show what went on behind the scenes. Oi.
I was filming The Lord of the Rings in Los Angeles. The film had nowt to do with the actual plot of the book, except certain characters were there. Actually, come to think of it, the only original characters were Arwen, Bilbo, and Legolas. For some reason, I was the Ring-bearer, and my job was to keep the ring from Bilbo, who was about the size of a handpuppet. I think he was a handpuppet. There was a miniature steam train that we rode on to get to Mordor, which was inside someone's house. I was with my friend Jon, and he got into the house rather easily, but I got stuck in the front hall. I knocked on Bilbo's door, which was a round green door in the hall, much like a mouse hole. When he realised it was me, he opened the door, and asked me to show him the Precious. When I pulled it from my trouser pocket, it was just the silver pinky ring I wear in real life, only the celtic trinity knots on the band had slightly faded. A bit later, I got unstuck from the hall, Jon was no longer with me. In the various rooms of the house, there were monsters to fight (none of which were ever in LotR), and somehow, I think Bilbo was killed, as were the monsters.
Then, I was running down a street carrying a stick and some grocery sacks screaming "Arwen!!" Liv Tyler was at the corner, waiting for me. I galloped up to her, Holy Grail-style, and handed her the stick like it took skill to do. We were on our way to a cast meeting, which was to be held at her father's office. In this dream, her father was not Steven Tyler, but some guy who looked like the guy from Van Halen and was a washed up 80s rocker. He was going on and on about how Aerosmith never used his song ideas, and when he burst into song at the meeting, everyone knew why. At this meeting, we were discussing who was kissing whom, and I was overjoyed that my part called for me to kiss Orlando Bloom. He was neutral about it, and I wondered why he didn't care about kissing me.
Later, we were in a pub where the next scene was to be filmed. Someone was meant to walk in to the pub, fire a shot into the air, which was meant to hit me. We rehearsed the scene, and I fell as I was scripted to do, and everyone stood around me in a circle, critiquing my fall. Orlando was in his Pirates costume and he was telling PJ he thought I fell rather nicely. A few moments later, we were all just sitting around waiting for the rain to stop, and Orlando (now in v v gay street clothes: dark denims and a short orange tee with short, post-LotR hair) pulled out his mobile and rang someone. He said, "Let's rack. I went home, and Rack was dead. Gone. I know she had keys to the house, but she shouldn't have done that." We all suddenly knew that Rack was Orlando's dog, and his ex-girfriend had killed him. I don't know why he said "Let's rack," but this is already a fucking odd dream. He was crying, saying "You're right, I'm crying!" We were all trying to comfort Orlando, but he was having none of it.
That's it. Longer written out that I'd thought it would be, but it was strange, so I had to share it with you lot. I think I dreamt all this nonsense because I watched the extras on the Pirates of the Caribbean DVD where they show what went on behind the scenes. Oi.
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