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It was a bit ago, actually. Two days, maybe. I need a f!cking Mighty Boosh icon. I just can't choose one. It would need to communicate everything because I'm bloody hampered by my icon choice. Anyway, the dream is all, like, deeply delvelatious into my psyche and the like.

So it starts out, I'm at a party with Paisley and Sharmy. But at the moment in the dream, I'm all by myself. It turns out that even though it's quite a casual party, Noel and Julian are there. As in Fielding and Barratt of course. Anyway, Noel's off being the life of the party at a point off beside me, far away, and I'm more interested in Julian anyway, because I love him rather. Also, he's standing by himself, actually, which is somewhat surprising to me but I feel sorry. Because he's always the one getting ignored in interviews and the like. Obviously, he's not even nearly as extroverted as Noel, but still. So I go over to him and say "hi" or something. And he reacts to me, I realise now, rather like Howard to Old Gregg after he wakes up in the cave. He's also a little bitter and sarcastic and automatically assumes I'm there for an autograph or something. So I assure him I'm not, I just want to talk, but he believes I have alterior motives. Admittedly, I had been thinking of asking of a hug when I went over there but not anymore. It feels awkward. And then he says something like, "Why would you assume that I want your company? I'm not ACTUALLY Howard Moon. You fans seem to have difficulty realising that." If I remember correctly, at that point, other people showed up and only made it worse by actually asking for autographs and I slunk away. It was horrible. I searched about and saw Noel standing by a punch table, actually by himself for once, which was what I was looking for, obviously. After having failed spectacularly with Julian, I wanted to at least have some sort of chance to talk to a Boosh member like they were a real person without the pressure of a line or something. So, of course, as I started over towards him, a line of people formed. Sharmy was way further forward than me. I was right near the end, standing with Paisley.
So I start telling her about my disasterous encounter with Julian and I say, "It's horrible. I'm feeling totally disillusioned and I don't even think I like him any more." Meanwhile, ahead of us, Sharmy has gotten a little chat or something with Noel, but when we get closer up, he runs out of time and just starts handing out candy or something to move the line along because he has to leave. When I get to the front, he just hands me a bag and I get rushed away. Shortly after, he leaves the party. The worst part was that when I woke up, I retained my disillusionment with Julian Barratt, even though the whole thing had just been a dream. I'm having difficulty shaking it even now. (Clearly the only way to fix this is for me to actually meet him...)
 
Actually, probably the most revealing psyche type thing is that I'm posting this at five in the morning. I have a class in three hours...I doubt I'm going.

It leaves me wondering, just what is making me feel so...I dunno, clearly unimportant or something. That's the only conclusion I can come to. Because about a week earlier, I had another Boosh dream where I was doing a skit with, again, Paisley and Sharmy. It was a Boosh-themed skit and we were doing it for our friends, family, and anyone else who was interested. The only part I remember from it is that I came out of a closet as Old Gregg. After it, we were eating a picnic-y lunch on a low table with everyone else, when it turns out that NOEL FIELDING was in the audience. We find this out when he kind of pushes between Paisley and I in order to sit down and eat something. He tells us that he thought it was hilarious and that we should try and branch out with our own stuff. Then he gives us some props he just happens to have with him (from the show) before leaving. This dream...in comparison with my most recent one. Man. Like, validation versus belittlement. How odd. The good thing, though, is that clearly these Boosh dreams have become recurrent. I can only hope for a better one later. Maybe tonight (or today, depending how you look at it. Damn, I need sleep.)
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