Tuesday, December 06, 2005

One for the dream journal

I only remember literally 2 or 3 of my dreams per year. Sometimes that's a good thing (no nightmares), sometimes it's bad (do I even have dreams that are a bit caliente?). And when I do remember them, they are usually made up of mundane stuff - I go to school. That's it. Lame. But two nights ago I had a vivid one that was kind of interesting. The kind that you think is real when you wake up.

So, I go to the movies, expecting to buy a ticket for a film that isn't playing at the theater. I ask the manager about it and he says it is in limited release and hasn't made it there yet, but proceeds to give me a copy of the movie on VHS. It is called Beta Ray Bill, which is named after the minor Marvel Comics character, despite the fact that the movie wasn't a "comic book movie." BRB only has tenuous connection, in that there's one flashback scene of him eating the Hammer of Odin and then disappearing because of it. Weird. Anyway, it turns out that it is a humorous heist film and opens with a mix of slacker 20-something English and American actors disguised as Monty Python gumbies (and talking like them), stealing some rare books. They make it out of the heist only to have paint explode on them. Turns out, some of their friends were all dressed up in black and shot them with paintball guns. The credits roll and the only names I can remember are David Spade and Chris Rock (and neither appeared in my dream). Later on in the story the core group of robbers are pursued by aliens that look like humans (some of them hot chicks). They hang out in a bar. One of the girls (who's attractive) drinks a beer alone at the bar and sings a song to herself. The song is one that's currently a hit in the UK, very catchy. And I don't know what it is or even the melody - I don't even know if it's a real song. Then there's something about Red Bull and an acoustic guitar. There's even a sex scene involving two alien women and two of the guys, but it's played for laughs. Overall, the movie had an "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" meets Ocean's Eleven meets Dude, Where's My Car? as directed by Guy Ritchie vibe.

And then I woke up 3 minutes before my alarm was to go off.

I have no clue what this dream is supposed to mean or why I dreamt it. I can piece together a few clues: I had watched Ocean's Twelve that day. My personal history is steeped in comic book and Monty Python geekery. Beta Ray Bill...VHS. I had a shot that contained Red Bull over the weekend. I dunno.

"Dreams, they complicate my life" - R.E.M.

So, armchair Freuds, do your worst.


jasdye said...

it's a sign. build it and they will come.

or an omen. i always get those two mixed up.

Micah said...

But I'd need a lot of dough and a cast of thousands...for the porno in my head, that is.