Disturbing night of dreams. In both I was a woman (not even a fox-woman). The first one was particularly odd, because it was the first dream I can remember where the dream was actively trying to keep me from waking up. I was filming a series of scenes in a subway. I remember there were four tracks but no center island, so to get to the cars in the middle, you had to go through the outer cars. And I would keep seeing glimpses of someone who looked like me in these other cars, or in other places in the station, but looking a little different: in different clothes, with shorter hair, etc. But then I would find myself with those same clothes, and at one point I had my hair cut. And then I'd be in those other cars or other places looking back and seeing myself as I'd been in the past. So it was one of those odd "I can see different times all mashed together" things.

I hate those. Being in them, I mean. I guess as a narrative it's kind of cool. But honestly I never thought of what it would be like to be IN one. So if you've never been in a time-compressed subway station where you could see your future and past all running past each other, then for your edification: it feels creepy and oppressive, like being trapped.

So I started talking to some of my co-stars and trying to figure out what was going on. They assured me that it was all normal, it was just part of the filming, and I should go on to the next scene. The more I protested, the more agitated they got. And then they went so far as to pull out a little kitten to make me feel better. I mean, come on. If you're having an argument with someone and they're losing and then suddenly they say, "Hey! Kitten!" in an attempt to distract you...don't you pretty much know something's wrong?

Plus, the kitten was not behaving cutely. It was hissing and scratching my hand. But I couldn't feel anything. And that was their mistake. (Ha! Dream-villains will always screw up like that, given the chance.) So I remember I was (for whatever reason) lying back on it as it was trying to claw at my back. And the guy in the room loomed warningly over me, saying, "It's not going to like that." (Like I couldn't figure that out.) And I said, "That doesn't matter because it's not...really...there!"

And with that, dramatically, I woke up. I was actually shaking all over and didn't want to go back to sleep right away because I was worried I would get trapped in the dream again.

But eventually, I did, and found myself in a more benign dream, though still worrisome, where Rolo's father (who was Rolo's dream-father, not his real father, and honestly it might not even have been Rolo, it was just "the guy I was with," and lest Rolo become jealous, let me reiterate that again, in this dream, I was a woman :P ) was choosing between two women and he had, for whatever reason, told me which one he was going to marry, but had asked me not to tell anyone. Including Rolo. Which I hadn't, but he figured it out pretty quickly when his father said he was going to make a Big Announcement and we should come along with him. Now, the two women were named Bambi (who looked kind of like Rachel Dratch from "30 Rock" in one of her "homeless woman" outfits) and Carrie, who was a more Catherine Zeta-Jones "successful businesswoman" type, and Rolo was muttering furiously to me, "He'd better have chosen Carrie, that's all I have to say." Because apparently Bambi had taken the kids (?) to the Old Spaghetti Factory, and Rolo did not like that. "How can you take children to a coffee house and spaghetti joint?" he said, incredulous. I wanted to ask him why he was 1920!Rolo ("spaghetti joint"?), but I was more concerned with the secret. As it turned out, his father did choose Carrie, and none of them tried to keep me in the dream by convincing me I wasn't dreaming. So I didn't have to lay on a kitten to wake up.

But man, I could really just use a good night of sleep.