Take last night's dream for example.
It primarily starred Kat Von D (Is that even how you spell a name like that? I'm not hip with these things.). She's pretty much just a random tattooed chick, from what I can tell. Anyway, she's there, in my dream, and she's hanging out with a friend who just happened to be Angelina Jolie. Though, in my brain, Angelina Jolie looks a lot more like Rosie Perez.
Naturally, when the foundation of a dream is built with such raw beauty and fiery possibilities, there are a few really "awesome" directions your brain can take it.
Sadly, my brain went for Option Z.
Because, when I see them at some cafe or deserted highway or whereverthehell I am, I'm instantly starstruck. I excitedly approach, asking if I can take their picture. (Maybe I'm clapping. ) Tattoo chick seems drunk or stoned--or I guess she could've technically just been relaxed and/or happy...whatever--and waves me over. Jolie-Perez is irritated. I ignore her. Because c'mon, Jolie. You lose your clout when you're no longer a sex kitten. (Sorry, Perez. Though, MY what big boobs you have.)
But anyway, here's where my dream pretty much DIDN'T get interesting. It falterd. And then went on repeat.
The rest of it--20 minutes? 3 hours?--pretty much consisted of me fumbling with a camera and apologizing profusely for my inability to take their damn picture. I just kept trying and trying to take a single effing picture, but I was suddenly like the Odysseus of celebrity dreamland and there were Sirens and fucking rocks and warriors trying to bring me down and sleep with my wife! I'm all, I JUST WANT A PICTURE and WHY WON'T THE BUTTON CLICK?!
Tattoo chick was even striking funky poses like I was suddenly in charge of a Sketchers photo shoot, which--duh!--only made me fumble more! I can't take that kind of pressure! The batteries were falling out, the memory card was missing, the flash blinded me then triggered a migraine...
It was endless.
Until, that is, I suddenly was transported to the construction site of a middle-class residential development.
Where I became irritated at the slow progress and began trying to finish things myself while the excavators weren't looking.
God, am I a fucking badass.
*Sure, the title is a mouthful, and one that delivers a mediocre smirk at best. But I wasted nearly 20 minutes (okay, 12) last night trying to remember the fucking word OBSOLETE so I'll be DAMNED if it's not going up there. Really, it's just out of my hands sometimes.