Double Feature

I had some weird little dreams last night. That isn't the strange part, though, because my dreams are usually weird. I'm used to that. I'm even used to seeing the odd celeb in my dream. But sometimes I see someone unexpected in my dream and it throws me. Not the dream me, the awake me.

The first dream: We're going on a road trip. I'm not sure where we are, but it's either near the beach or dessert. There's sand everywhere. I then realize we're near a beach because I can smell salt water and I see cars, trucks and jeeps with a variety of beach gear loaded on or in them. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, feet up on the dash, eyes closed, listening to Regina Spektor play. The windows are open and the wind is whipping my hair around. I feel warm and happy.

We stop at a large gas station. I know we're not in Jersey, because it's a self-serve station. Mom pumps gas and I clean the windows because a fine dust has settled all over the car. I squeegee the window and laugh when I see the kids making funny faces at me from inside the car. Behind our car, another car pulls up. Out steps Cameron Diaz. (Yeah, I...don't know..) She pumps her own gas and cleans her windows, too. We make some small talk. Then this guy on the other side starts harassing her. He's being totally obnoxious about it too and it annoys me 'cause she was really nice.

Cameron doesn't let the guy get to her in the least. She's funny and cracks jokes and winds up annoying the guy even more. I join in on the joking and we all have a good laugh. Then it's time for me to go. Cameron-- maybe I should call her Cam?-- and I exchange numbers. Then I wake up wondering where I've left the slip of paper with the numbers on them.

The second dream: I'm walking around town. No real purpose, just a casual stroll. That's when I notice a salon with a Help Wanted sign. I hesitate about going in because I'm sure I won't get the job. So many shops have closed down and the ones looking want licenses and sometimes want a stylist with a clientele. I'm standing outside of the shop, looking in the window. It's a cute little salon. Not overly done. Cute and unpretentious. That's when I notice S-- the manager/phone wrangler at my previous salon-- standing inside, chatting on the phone. She waves excitedly at me and tries to draw me in. I shake my head and think about leaving. She runs out to me and tells me to talk to the owner, she'll put in a good word for me.

Just when S has about convinced me to go in, my old boss, G, comes running out. She's excitedly yammering about getting the job. I get really angry and ask G why the hell she needed to take that job that she didn't need. She was retired and I really wanted it. G said how she couldn't stand staying at home any longer, she needed to keep busy. This only made me angrier. I told her that if she hadn't gone around stealing other people's clients that she'd still probably have a salon to call her own. That she needed to take responsibility for her own actions and suffer the consequences. The last thing I remember, before waking up, was marching in the salon to talk with the owner. I was going to get that job.

Is it sad that I still fume when I see my ex-boss? Even if I only see her in a dream? And I still can't explain the Cameron Diaz thing. That was so off the wall. I don't know what made me dream of her.