I challenged my subconscious to come up with something better for my sleepy-time entertainment. And what do I get? Even older material! Ugh! It's like I'm trying to revamp an old venue in Vegas and I'm beggin' for somthin' new, somethin' hip, somethin' today (whatever that would be for Vegas, anyway). And all I get is the dried-up ghosts of Shecky Green (oh wait, he's not dead!) and Don Rickles (shit!, he's still kickin' too!).
This morning, I wake up to this memory of my dream:
I'm on a planet somewhere halfway across the Galaxy (cool so far...at least it's not Rhode Island!) and to get around this world, you just step on an invisible square, somewhere nearby that brings you to some other invisible square at pre-determined coordinate points...kinda like fixed wormholes I guess. I don't know how it works, folks, I just live here. I step on one square that transports me instantaneously to Earth. Since Earth is half the mass of my home planet, I have Superman-like powers. Sweet!
But instead of smashing things up and lifting cars over my head and making Earth bow to me as its master (cue Dr. Evil music), I meet up with some old friends and we have brunch and giggle and chit-chat like every freakin' episode of Sex and the City!
Really?
And to make matters worse, who are these "old friends"? Barbara Valletta and Kristen Dvelis! Huh?!
Barbara was a co-worker acquaintance from NRIARC back in 1994.
Kristen is the daughter of my once-BFF Linda. In the dream, she appeared as I most remember her...a happy-go-lucky pre-teenage girl. That was back in the late 1980's!!
Really??
Ugh x Infinity. I give up.
I guess whenever I lay my weary head upon my pillow each night, I best be lookin' 'round for that souped up Delorean. 'Cause it's back to the 20th Century for me!