So I'm in a room with these two guys and one is the creator of some ?film or comic book. He is needing help drawing large versions of his characters because the local mall is going to have them in the middle 'aisle' on the floor, He has this big big guy in there doing the drawings. He looks kind of lacking in the brain department, but he ends up turning out great drawings and fast. The only problem is that he drew the duck character with the fuzzy hat with a load full of machine guns and he did the same with the other characters. The other guy is so stressed the he is checked out and he just says it will be fine. The big guy is walking over and I look at the author fella and he has a big squish of mucas on his face... I'm not sure what to tell him, but just as I might, the big guy comes over and he has a comic book version of a really fat yellow with brown spots slug (so of course it is cute with big eyes and eyelashes) on his face in the same spot. So I tell him he has something on his face instead.. which in turn he tells the other guy that he has something on his face and I'm freed of the responsibility. We go outside and the author says...ok.. we're meeting at Q bar. I'm racking my brain... one, didn't know we were going to go out, and two where is Q bar/grill/?? Then it came to me... oh yeah.. that place.... over there... so I got in my car ...
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I was in Sandra Bullock's apartment. I may have just woken up and was there for some reason. She had a roommate, David Carradine. Sandra was very full of energy and a little all over the place (which I learned in my dream was normal). It kind of made it hard to communicate with her, although you did know some communication was happening, even if you didn't get the eye contact and her mind was on 500 things at the same time. I had on a bathrobe and some platform flip flops and she wanted to do karate. She was bouncing up and down landing in different poses, high on coffee... I was groggy, stumbling in my platforms and getting my legs tangled in my robe and said 'ok.' I tried and I said.."I just need to take these flip flops off.. I think they are hindering my movement." Then I looked over at her feet and she had flip flops on... although not as platformy. I blocked a move, but she was moving so fast I just decided the 'on fire' technique was best so I stopped dropped and rolled. I was all wrapped up in my robe now up against the side of the sofa and was having a hard time getting up. She had moved on to something else and was in the kitchen with David. He was in a robe like me. He was calmly cooking breakfast and talking nicely to me as if Sandra wasn't there. He was talking about how active (in the head) she is and so on and that you really had to focus to talk to her. Sandra's head was completely in the cupboard andb was scramling for these little white things and rambling on about something to see. She threw on out on the counter. It looked like a plastic ? well a white tiny flat plastic rectangle a little wider than a thumb. There was sharpi markings on it and they were titles of a movie or something. So I guess they were litte dvd type things. I was trying to read them and was saying .. sure.. I could watch while having a conversation to them about Kung Fu and did they used to watch it as kids. Sandra was saying.... oh that was probably too new for us (inferring that they were older and were into different things).. I said.. nooooooo I know you have seen it .. it has that guy in it... Daniel? David? Carradine?? (in my dream David wasn't David). Although he looked and smiled...
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