My dreams have been elusive lately as stress begins to build heading toward the big life changing move. The fact that I am certain that there is at least one significant piece of my soul waiting for me to find it in Austin adds to the anticipation of this move. I knew it was only a matter of time before the dreams began to re-emerge with full force. And they have.
I was already in Austin, a man asked me to do voice over work on an animated movie he was working on. I met him at a studio where we went over what they wanted from me. I was in a sound booth when David Bowie came in to read his lines with me. I was really pissed about being blindsided by having to work with my hero.
Me: You can’t be here. I’m never supposed to meet you!
David Bowie: I am here. Why don’t you want to meet me?
Me: You are never supposed to meet your heroes. You are going to ruin the myth I’ve built with your realness.
DB: I’m sorry, Love. But there’s no turning back now.
Me: Just be god-like, will you?
DB: As you wish, my dear.
We began to read our lines. I was shaking a bit. He reached over and held my hand, laughing a little. Then we sang China Girl together. It was very Shatner-esque. It was also terrifying.
Me: [After the song is finished] Someone in that little room with all the buttons needs to bring me food.
DB: I agree. Feed our little bird. She’s shaking with hunger. [He’s still laughing at me.]
Me: [I make a face at him] Shush you. Be more god-like.
Sexy male voice from the darkened room with buttons: One more scene and I will take you both to dinner.
Me: Good. Dinner is the least you can do for putting me through this stress in front of David Fucking Bowie.
Voice: [Laughing at me too] It adds color to your cheeks. I think it’s kind of cute.
DB: You are looking extra Irish right about now.
Me: I’m going to show you exactly how Irish I can get if you both don’t shut up and shove some sort of cooked meat into my mouth NOW.
DB: One more scene, dear.
Me: [I take a deep breath] As you wish, Lord Bowie.
DB: [Giggling] You are good for my ego.
Me: You are shattering my paradigm.
Voice: You both are trying my patience. Get on it so we can eat.
After the next strange animated scene, I enter the dark room with buttons and standing in the doorway is Skippy. My lovely, velvety voiced Skippy.
Skippy: Are you ready for dinner?
Skippy: [Smiling] Me.
DB: I’m here too, guys.
Me: Yes, of course you are David Bowie. [I’m still staring intently at Skippy with disbelief.]
Skippy: Shall we? [Ushers us out the door to his car]
At dimly lit restaurant where we are eating large quantities of heavily meated dishes.
DB: Tell me more about this secret society you created, The Bowie’s Templar.
Me: Yes. We pretty much just sit around talking about how amazing your music is while dressed like Ziggy Stardust.
DB: How many members do you have?
Me: I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.
Skippy: [Leans over and whispers in my ear] Quit pumping up David Bowie’s ego and try this. [Puts a fork filled with whatever he is eating in my mouth. I make a yummy noise.]
DB: Here try my dish. [Puts his food in my face. I feign a yummy noise.]
Me: Guys, I have my own food here.
David Bowie moves his chair between Skippy and I, pushing us apart.
DB: This is better. More wine, Amy?
Me: Why did you move your chair?
DB: To give us more privacy.
Skippy: You know, you could have just asked to move seats. You were already sitting next to Amy.
DB: You were getting too comfortable. She isn’t ready for that.
Me: How does David Bowie know what I’m ready for?
DB: I am a god, remember?
Me: Fuck, thwarted by my own damn myth.
Skippy: [Laughing at me again.] You know, you are going to have to accept that even David Bowie is merely a human. I’m ok with letting him have you tonight, I get you for longer.
Me: Do you now?
DB: What am I missing here?
Me: Everything, Mr. Bowie. Everything.
The moral of this dream?
I should totally get into doing voice over work.
And back by popular demand, my old series Sharpie on Cardstock. Now featuring El Rey Pulpo.
(this is just an initial sketch of how ERP will roll with the sharpies)
Sharpie on Cardstock
El Rey Pulpo