My fictional 60th
I wish I could remember all the stories in my dreams last night in as much detail as they contained. I remember three distinct stories but the details are already fading as I write this post. The latest, and perhaps the funniest storyline was when two agents knocked on the door where I was living,… Read More »

My fictional 60th

I wish I could remember all the stories in my dreams last night in as much detail as they contained. I remember three distinct stories but the details are already fading as I write this post. The latest, and perhaps the funniest storyline was when two agents knocked on the door where I was living, and conducted a deep search through all my belongings looking for page 58 of the script tolatest Grey’s Anatomy script, which had halted production. 

The agents wouldn’t reveal details as to why I was suspect but apparently teams were searching a lot of homes simultaneously. After less than an hour they got a call. They stopped  apologized and left, saying the page had been found somewhere else.

I had apparently been in a room in a previous dream where filming had taken place. 

These dreams flowed into each other, changing plots and locations as I woke up through the night. Guest stars included the Trueman family, which I have not dreamed about in decades, jeeps and offroading, dirt bikes and my grandfather, the Bradley Brothers and Peter H. A rather odd collection of new and old favourites in my dream universe. The dirt bike dream was fast and reckless and visited several cool off road locations that pop up in my dreams. In the end, I was riding mine on the rear wheel only balancing with my luggage and even a passenger as I rode in dangerous neighbourhoods and doing stunts that would impress gamers. One might say death defining at times. 

I was invited, but didn’t end that evening at the strip club with Mazda.indtead I slept at my new home after being fired. A bedroom shared in Brampton with the crazy family that has been a regular bit poorly defined family that I can’t remember any origin story for.

As I rest for the evening after a day and night of great adventure {with Lama’s) and automotive damage, I remembered it was my 60th birthday and I was impressed at how much fun I’d had. I was going to write it down before sleep but was interrupted by one of the daughters who burst in and informed me she needed half my bedroom for her giant treadmill and her routine each night. I was to help her move it in now.

I was tired, but agreed until dog barking in the real world woke me  and I started blogging.

I’ve forgotten much of the first two parts of the story  but I’m happy my drama dreams are back in my night life again.

 

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