Saturday, June 25, 2005
Where I watch the Doogly Snort movie and run away from the Terminator
I had two dreams that sort of mixed and intermingled with each other. In one, I was watching a movie (written by someone named Doogly Snort) and it was about The Boy Who Wasn't There, except he really was there, he just would evaporate in the wind. In the movie he floated on a balloon to this place with a red barn, and when he went inside it was a spaceship. Angelina Jolie was in there and she was working very hard on something but getting frustrated because the only other crew member on board was John Travolta and he was wearing a cape and dancing and singing in the no gravity room. ("No gravityyyy, no gravityyyyy, zero zero zero gravityyyyy" occasionally mingled with "Money, money, he gave me money, money, money" from Knox's The Matrix). She kept yelling at him to shut up and get in and help her fix the ship.
Then I was in my house and this dude said, "The one thing my three-year-old girl is deathly afraid of is the Terminator. Let's scare her." For some reason I go along with this, so the guy hands me what looks like a giant hand puppet of.... a really fat Grover from Sesame Street? So I put the hands over my hands and try to fit the head over my head and body except it doesn't really work. Somehow I get it on except then I've also got sinister black gloves on (like Darth Vader gloves).
The guy says, "I'll dress up as him too, and we'll chase her through the house," and so he hides upstairs. Everything changes here, and suddenly it's not us trying to scare his daughter, it's Nathan and me playing tag. (I'm still in the costume, and he's upstairs where the guy would've been, still in the costume, just the purpose has changed.) So all these children come running down out of the attic, and I run out and down the stairs but he's pretty close behind and I try to go barreling out the door by smashing into the handle so it'll open and I can just run out without stopping, but I miss and just smash into the door. So I turn and run in the opposite direction and jump over the kitchen table (yeah, right, like I could do THAT in real life) and then I wake up.
Then I was in my house and this dude said, "The one thing my three-year-old girl is deathly afraid of is the Terminator. Let's scare her." For some reason I go along with this, so the guy hands me what looks like a giant hand puppet of.... a really fat Grover from Sesame Street? So I put the hands over my hands and try to fit the head over my head and body except it doesn't really work. Somehow I get it on except then I've also got sinister black gloves on (like Darth Vader gloves).
The guy says, "I'll dress up as him too, and we'll chase her through the house," and so he hides upstairs. Everything changes here, and suddenly it's not us trying to scare his daughter, it's Nathan and me playing tag. (I'm still in the costume, and he's upstairs where the guy would've been, still in the costume, just the purpose has changed.) So all these children come running down out of the attic, and I run out and down the stairs but he's pretty close behind and I try to go barreling out the door by smashing into the handle so it'll open and I can just run out without stopping, but I miss and just smash into the door. So I turn and run in the opposite direction and jump over the kitchen table (yeah, right, like I could do THAT in real life) and then I wake up.
Labels: angelina jolie, john travolta, nathan, sesame street, the terminator
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