So, for the past few nights, I’ve been having dreams
involving A-List celebrities. While I’m sure we’ve all had them in some form or
other, several nights in a row? All different stars from totally different
genres?
It’s a bit wacky.
A couple nights ago, Anthony Hopkins was hunting me with the
intent to kill. He almost achieved his goal. I ran from him for days (in the
dream) but he finally caught up with me as I was trying to shake him under a
freeway overpass. He lunged at me with a machete type blade and cut my arm up
good.
Okay, I told myself, this dude is really going to take my
life. I ran home, Anthony hot on my heels. I got upstairs, grabbed my Kimber
.45, and the slide was broken——I couldn’t rack it to chamber a round. So I
grabbed my 9mm and headed outside.
“Be careful brandishing a weapon out there,” my father says.
“I’m not going to brandish it, I’m going to put a bullet in
this fucker’s head,” I replied, and headed down the stairs.
He’d fallen asleep on a bench adjacent a sidewalk. Even in
the dream, it occurred to me that shooting him like that was not only a pussy move
but probably illegal and I’d fry for it since I wasn’t currently in imminent
danger. I didn’t care. I put the muzzle an inch from his head and pulled.
Misfire.
When I looked down, the freaking barrel was actually bent to
the left. Of course, he’d woken up and looked back at me, a devious grimace on
his face. So I pistol whipped him, hard, and ran back inside the house. It was
then that I woke in real life, heart racing and legs thrashing. Not a fun
dream.
Then, just last night, I went on a sexy date with Drew
Barrymore that ended...extremely well, and I spent the morning hours with none
other than M.C. Hammer. I don’t remember what we were doing now, but it wasn’t
anything to do with music. He was just a regular blow, only famous as all get
out.
Mmm, yes.
Huh?
Now, I have been watching Stephen King bits at night
before bed: Interviews, question-and-answer sessions at colleges, and etcetera.
I wonder if this has anything to do with it? I also wonder why I haven’t
dreamed specifically of King.
Weird stuff.
Anyhow, I realize that dreams are about as interesting as
listening to the clock tick for the non-dream-haver, so I’ll stop here. I will
close by saying that I’m not new to busting up dreams. I spent a good solid
year reading dream key type books and learning how to decode the suckers.
But famous folks every night? A bit odd.
