American Dirt
Matthew Ryan: Matthew Ryan vs. the Silver State
The Old Apartment
Barenaked Ladies: Disc One: All Their Greatest Hits 1991-2001
This Time of Year (French Radio Version)
Better Than Ezra: Greatest Hits
We Used To Be Friends
The Dandy Warhols: Veronica Mars Soundtrack
St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dreams
Counting Crows: This Desert Life
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Now for the second and third dreams in the vmars trifecta. In both of these dreams, I’m again Veronica Mars, but yet also still me. I’m walking through this really crowded mall type area, and I see the sister of a childhood friend. Using my super detective and deductive skills, I realize that this girl has a bomb in her hair that could obliterate the whole place, and it is about to go off. Luckily I’m able to catch her in time and prevent the bomb from detonating. Now, it’s up to me to figure out who put this bomb in her hair. I start my investigation and realize that it’s going to be difficult because apparently she has been not the nicest to a lot of people - to put it mildly, so there are tons of suspects. I then start questioning all sorts of her sorority sisters and other people just like I’m taking their depositions. And that’s all I remember about that one – I never solve the bomb-in-the-hair puzzler.
But in the third dream, I’ve totally solved who the murderer is. I don’t know who has been murdered, when, why, or how. All I know is that I am the one who’s solved the mystery everyone has been wanting to solve. I’m on my way to find my/Veronica’s dad (who is the town sheriff) to let him know, and this journalist accosts me and demands that I tell her who the killer is. Then the journalist pulls a gun on me to try to get me to tell. All I can do is ask the journalist whether it’s ethical to try to get information that way. Apparently this evasive technique works, because the journalist decides to back off.
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Two years ago at about this time of year, I decided to start a dream log. I had the idea of writing a book mixing in dreams with reality, inspired largely by a trio of dreams I had relating to Veronica Mars – also known as the best show ever. I sketched out a mere two lines worth of notes about the three VM dreams, and continued to keep up with the dream log - for about three days.
For any of you who haven’t watched the show, go out and buy the DVD’s! VM has some of the smartest writing I’ve seen on television, and movies too. The characters are well developed and endearing. The eps feature individual as well as season-long mysteries that will keep you guessing and surprise you. While it probably errs on the girly side, I think most anyone would appreciate the show. Truth be told, Veronica Mars is kind of my hero – she’s strong, sassy, super smart, and has the best bad boyfriend of all time! The third season is not quite as stellar as the first two – it tries a little too hard with the sarcasm, but seasons 1 and 2 are golden. And don’t even get me started on the CW’s decision to cancel the show after the third season, opting instead to pursue quality shows like Farmer Wants a Wife. Anyways, back to the first installation of the VM themed dreams. Of course the details are sparse, seeing as the dream was two years ago and I have only two lines of notes. In this dream, I’m Veronica, but also still me if that makes sense. I’m flying in a small plane with my/Veronica’s ex-boyfriend Duncan, and the plane keeps dipping in and out of a lake we're flying over. And we’re talking about how I have to go get a good friend out of jail - even though this friend in reallife would never be one to wind up in jail (this part wasn’t in the notes, but came back to me). Then we’re at some kind of pool, or maybe the lake, with a bunch of other people, and a nemesis walks up and informs me that I would need a boob job to pull of the bathing suit I’m wearing! That’s all I can remember, but the “you would need a boob job” comment is interesting for two reasons (other than being maybe a little unjustified). First, about a year and a half before I had this dream, I received a random “compliment” (from a lady at a seedy bar in Galveston no less) for "keeping it real" and not feeling the need to get big fake boobs. Um, thanks, I guess. And why was she even looking or feel the need to comment?? Now fast forward about another year and a half from this dream to Kristen Bell (actress who plays VM and, well, doesn’t have the largest chest) starring in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. She plays an actress in a TV crime show, and totally makes fun of herself by lamenting about how her show got cancelled. Worried about finding another role and the pressure to have (and show) the perfect body, she says “I don’t have the frame to support plastic surgery – I would tip over.” Could my dream have been a psychic envisioning of the self-deprecating commentary to come??
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