Oct. 28: celebrity dreams
I had a dream the other day that I was taking a shower with Malcolm X.
That's really freakin funny
I don't remember where the shower was located or why we were showering together (I'd like to think we were just strangers who were getting ready for a dip at the swimming pool.) In my dream, Malcolm X was washing his hair while chastising me for being a white devil. He spoke with the fury of a revival preacher - telling me that Allah would hold me responsible for the atrocities my ancestors committed upon his people. I didn't argue with Malcom X, and for two reasons. The first was that I knew he'd probably whup my ass in a debate. The second was that it was obvious I was dreaming.
After I left the shower, I walked into a kitchen and opened a fridge. Malcolm X's disembodied head was in there. It was yelling at me and eyeballing the bacon. "Don't you be serving that to my brothers," it said. "The swine is a filthy beast and so is perfect for white devils like you, but it has no business in the bellies of God's chosen."
So yeah...
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Why my subconscious decided to throw me in a shower with Malcolm X, I have no idea. I had not thought about Malcolm X in years, though Spike Lee's 19992 biopic about the man is in my movie collection. I watched it last night. Good movie. Denzel Washington deserved the Oscar but that's the year Pacino won for Scent of a Woman.
Hoo-wa
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Malcolm X is not the only celebrity who has appeared in my dreams. Once I had a dream that I was camping and Alec Baldwin was sitting on the picnic table. He was smoking a cigarette. He asked me if I had any tuna.
Another time I dreamed that I had to drive Amanda Marshall to the Yukon so she could do a concert there. She sat in the backseat and refused to talk to me.
And once I dreamed that I was buying a house from Bono, the lead singer of U2. It was a white house by a river. Bono took me into the house and led me to the basement, where several dead bodies were hanging from the rafters.
That last dream intrigued me so much that I went to the library and borrowed a book on dream interpretation. According to the book, I am unhappy because I am repressing my desire for Bono. What I really need to do is profess my love for him (and thus get the corpses out of the basement) so that my life can be as beautiful as I like it to appear on the surface (beautiful white house by the river.)
To which I say:
:P
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When I was 17, I had a dream about Kristina Wayborn, the actress who played Magda in the 1982 James Bond movie, Octopussy. Since I try to keep this blog rated PG, I will not describe the dream.
That's really freakin funnyI don't remember where the shower was located or why we were showering together (I'd like to think we were just strangers who were getting ready for a dip at the swimming pool.) In my dream, Malcolm X was washing his hair while chastising me for being a white devil. He spoke with the fury of a revival preacher - telling me that Allah would hold me responsible for the atrocities my ancestors committed upon his people. I didn't argue with Malcom X, and for two reasons. The first was that I knew he'd probably whup my ass in a debate. The second was that it was obvious I was dreaming.
After I left the shower, I walked into a kitchen and opened a fridge. Malcolm X's disembodied head was in there. It was yelling at me and eyeballing the bacon. "Don't you be serving that to my brothers," it said. "The swine is a filthy beast and so is perfect for white devils like you, but it has no business in the bellies of God's chosen."
So yeah...
-
Why my subconscious decided to throw me in a shower with Malcolm X, I have no idea. I had not thought about Malcolm X in years, though Spike Lee's 19992 biopic about the man is in my movie collection. I watched it last night. Good movie. Denzel Washington deserved the Oscar but that's the year Pacino won for Scent of a Woman.
Hoo-wa-
Malcolm X is not the only celebrity who has appeared in my dreams. Once I had a dream that I was camping and Alec Baldwin was sitting on the picnic table. He was smoking a cigarette. He asked me if I had any tuna.
Another time I dreamed that I had to drive Amanda Marshall to the Yukon so she could do a concert there. She sat in the backseat and refused to talk to me.
And once I dreamed that I was buying a house from Bono, the lead singer of U2. It was a white house by a river. Bono took me into the house and led me to the basement, where several dead bodies were hanging from the rafters.
That last dream intrigued me so much that I went to the library and borrowed a book on dream interpretation. According to the book, I am unhappy because I am repressing my desire for Bono. What I really need to do is profess my love for him (and thus get the corpses out of the basement) so that my life can be as beautiful as I like it to appear on the surface (beautiful white house by the river.)
To which I say:
:P
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When I was 17, I had a dream about Kristina Wayborn, the actress who played Magda in the 1982 James Bond movie, Octopussy. Since I try to keep this blog rated PG, I will not describe the dream.
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