“It’s like stealing a gas can. THAT’S ON FIRE!”
I had this dream where Ben and I were at a converted firehouse (huge and labyrinthine, of course) to buy things. It wasn’t ebay style or anything, but still, proprietors had temporarily set up shop all over, and we paid the fire department to get in and then the owners. I bought a bunch of random things, and stressed the the guy I was buying it from that I really dig Hoffman’s super sharp cheddar cheese. (Seriously, I actually proselytized my favorite cheese in my dream. What’s wrong with me?)
We left going down stairs and around passages, and on our way out to get our purchases verified, I lost Ben. I’d made it just outside, lots of people around… and I felt rifling on my bag. Some little toe-head (standing right next to his family) was the one responsible, and I grabbed his shirt and bitched for a little in front of his family, more or less just irritated and wanting to shame the kid.
Quietly, I said something to his mom to the effect of “nothing in here was too expensive, it’s just the idea of the thing” when he proved me wrong. His mom, sister, and I saw him trying to hide something and we smoothly took it back, and it turned out it was …
my raw footage tapes from Madonna University. Yeah, of all things. So I snatched them back and rounded on the kid (who had given a cheeky grin when they were taken back, and wasn’t being held anymore) and my voice was cracking with my incredulity. I shook the tapes at him and said, “YOU CAN’T EVEN PLAY THESE TAPES! THIS IS THE STUPIDEST THEFT IN THE HISTORY OF THEFT!” The kid was clearly bummed and said, “Seriously?” I stalked past the family and back into the firehouse shouting, “It’s like stealing a gas can. THAT’S ON FIRE!”
That’s pretty much when I woke up, kinda laughing at the sound of my words reverberating in my head.
“I actually proselytized my favorite cheese in my dream. What’s wrong with me?”
You were hungry?
Who was I trying to convince to buy it, myself?
Reminds me of a Futurama where fry dreams a commercial for underwear, and gets outraged at it with the group.
“What, you didn’t have advertisements in the 20th century?”
“Not in our dreams! On billboards, magazines, TV, the movies, the sidewalk… but not our dreams.”
hah now that’s a random line to remember…
Madonna University?
wow, I just googled… I totally thought that was a made-up dream-thing… MU.edu
*laugh* That’s where my TV/Video degree is from.
I remember ALLLL sorts of wacky shit in my dreams. I once had one about trying to catch a train and I kept missing it (but I remembered when it was supposed to be there! I just didn’t know what time it was). I also remembered everyone’s phone numbers and I kept calling them….
Anyway, I can totally understand knowing/talking about things that are really familiar to you in dreams. I’ve talked about OTHER DREAMS I’d had recently – IN DREAMS. I told my friend Craig in-dream about a dream I’d had about Denny a few nights before.
This is a wonderful dream.