I’m up really late because I feel the incessant need to share my dream last night. Mainly because I don’t want to forget it. But also because I think it’s one of the most bizarre dreams I’ve ever had. So for your entertainment, and for your grand chance to look at me and officially certify me as the strangest person you’ll ever meet, here’s a glimpse into my crazy, subconscious dreamworld…
WARNING: I am not being overly dramatic when I say this dream is INSANE and TWISTED. I would say I just have a wild imagination, but even I think this dream is way over-the-top for me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. ENJOY! :)
It felt like I was in a coliseum in Ancient Rome, but in the present day. I was sitting on the stone bleachers high up with a gentleman, who’s name I don’t recall, but let’s just name him Sam. And sitting next to us was this little redheaded kid, more like auburn red. Let’s call him Freddie cause I don’t remember his name either. Couldn’t have been more than 7-8 years old. (Alright, already weirded out? I’m not even close to crazy yet.)
All of a sudden this kid turns to Sam and I and said “He killed them.”
Sam and I both responded “Who killed them?”
(Keep in mind, clearly, as we’ve all seen in Inception, you tend to just appear in dreams without ever knowing the context of how you got there. So in this instance, in my dream, I knew who “them” was, but once I woke up, I had no idea who “them” was.)
Back in the dream, Freddie, who looked terrified, said “T.J. did.”
And for whatever bizzaro reason, the T.J. in reference, was in fact, Real World/Road Rules Challenge Host Extraordinaire-slash-BMXer T.J. Lavin…
I know, I know but just…stay with me, please…the weirdness continues.
Clearly, we could see it on Freddie’s face that he was terrified. I mean, a 7 year old just witnessed a mass murder?! Seriously?
And then Sam (or I) asked, “Does anyone else know? Did anyone else see?”
Freddie answered, “Only the Duke of the Hospital saw.”
(That is verbatim. Those were his EXACT words. Yes, the Duke of the Hospital, you read that right. I don’t even know what the Duke of the Hospital is, but apparently he witnessed the killing, too.)
To make this dream even more bizarre than it already is, this is who I imagined when Freddie said “The Duke of the Hospital.” This is the Duke from Rock-a-doodle, one of my favorite movies growing up. And cheers to you if you remember this guy…errr…owl.
Sam and I saw how genuinely scared Freddie was, but we were a bit skeptical. I mean, you know how kids can be. Their imaginations can run wild sometimes. So Sam suggested we go to the Duke ourselves, and ask him what he saw. However, it seemed in this dreamworld, the Duke was a bad man and maybe possibly in cahootz with T.J., as in, they may have planned the whole thing together.
So, I had the presence of mind to wonder if it was a good idea to bring it up to him. Because if we asked the Duke, and he and Freddie were the only witnesses, I thought the Duke may come after Freddie for ratting T.J. out.
I then asked Freddie, “Should we ask the Duke about it?”
And the look on his face told Sam and I “absolutely not.”
(I know, guys, this is ridiculous on so many levels — Why am I sharing this again?)
BUT THEN…
All of a sudden, coming up the stairs…was T.J. and his girl friend (She didn’t look like a girlfriend, just a friend that was a girl, but who knows). He came right towards the three of us, and Sam, being the protector he is, went over to him immediately, while I stayed back with Freddie.
I don’t know what Sam said, but while I was waiting and watching them talk, Freddie held my hand and said, “Don’t leave me.”
And I said, “Don’t worry. I won’t.”
And then I woke up.
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Ok, I don’t quite know why I wanted to share this dream so badly. Clearly, my brain was on some other shit last night because this was just inane and random nonsense. T.J. Lavin? A mass murderer? The Duke of the Hospital? WTF??? Hell, this would make a great Lady Gaga video. And knowing how people worship anything she does, they would praise her for being visionary and innovative. Personally, I feel my own dream was a load of crap, as is mostly everyting Gaga does. But at least this dream was entertaining…to me. Gaga fails to do any of that for me.
Let’s get one thing straight here: I LOVE T.J. Lavin. Not just because he’s the host of The Challenge, which is the only show I watch religiously on MTV now, but I also think he’s a babe. Super hot. RAWR!
But I think it’s safe to say this may rate as one of the craziest dreams anyone will EVER have in this world…EVER.
That’s all for now. Good night!
