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Strange Dreams, and the Daring Escape of Kaiser Sose
Friday, March 25, 2005 @ 12:26 PM
The other night, I dreamed that Justin Irvin and I took a road trip to visit my dead great-grandmother.
Last night, I dreamed that it was finals week, I saw the worst movie ever, and I cheated on Gabel, kind of. I'll start at the beginning. It was my last day of finals. I had to turn in a giant paper to Sandi. I turned it in on time, but then I didn't go to the last class - I don't know why... but the point is, I was sneaking past Sandi in a bizarro-world part of the theatre office, to look for my final grade. I sorted through lots of other people's papers - some of which were in high school, it's all very vague... but finally, I located a manilla folder with all my papers, and an index card with all my grades on it. (Who grades that way?) But I was devastated, because my final wasn't in the folder, and the index card didn't have the grade for the final. And, Sandi had cheated me out of ten points. So, I was having an aneurysm, when suddenly...
DAN appeared. And he told me we were going to see a movie with our two favorite boys (one of them turned out to be Tom Everett Scott, but I don't know who the other was) in it. So we went to a movie theatre. It was Dan, Jennifer Roberts (my best friend in, like, 6th grade), and Andrew Heese (my 8th grade momentary crush, the ultimate Good Boy). The movie was TERRIBLE, and gory, and made absolutely no sense (the way movies usually do in dreams). It involved our two favorite boys getting into some weird hearse/truck/bus collision, and becoming murderous ghosts. And then Tom Cruise showed up to try to stop them. And I was like, why is Tom Cruise in this movie? It's so terrible. The seats we were sitting in somehow had become my futon while I was focused on the screen, so we were all laying on this bed, together. I was still freaking out about my final. Andrew Hesse started to reassure me. He sounded exactly like Gabel, like he borrowed Gabel's voice. And then we made out a little. Dan really disapproved, and Jennifer was acting neglected, so then I moved to lay on their side of the bed, and we talked a little, mostly about how the movie was terrible.
Then suddenly, Rj was there, and I was like, "You've totally made better movies than this. Didn't you make a movie that was like, a spoof of this movie?"
Rj said, "Yeah, about ten years ago. It was funny then, but now that this movie exists, it's much funnier."
Then there was a weird part of the dream, where I was in someone's house, meeting their father, and I had eggs in my hands and in my mouth, so I couldn't shake his hand, or really talk. And he looked very wounded, like my rejection really hurt. Tres strange.
Meanwhile, in the world of reality... Kaiser Sose, hamster and criminal mastermind, ESCAPED! I let him into his hamster ball and let him run around for a while, then returned him to his cage, and started working on my computer. Then, twenty minutes later, I glanced at the floor, and shrieked. He just looked up at me, puzzled, as if to say, "What?" I yelled, "HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF YOUR CAGE?" And he, being a hamster, said nothing. I grabbed him and put him back in his cage, and put safety pins and a key clip on the top to secure it. Then I put a small book on top for extra precaution. What bothers me is not, How did he get out of the cage, because I probably left the lid open by accident. What bothers me is, How did he get down to the floor? He's up really high! That's a BIG jump for such a tiny creature! How did he do that? And without me even noticing, even though I was in the room?
Later that night, things got even more surreal. He shook the cage until the book flew off. I decided he was possessed. I put my geology book (much heavier) on the top of the cage. So far, he has not pulled any more Hamster Houdini magic. Still, I am very intimidated by a very small, very fuzzy creature. Something is wrong with this picture.
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