Brad Pitt Hates Me [dream]

Dream: [date unknown] 

In this dream, I was in an Old West setting. Classic Hollywood western. As I moseyed on into town, I noticed that all the men were wearing hats held together with duct tape. I found myself standing outside a saloon. Looking thru the dusty window at all the duct-taped hats gave me the inspiration to duct tape myself to a telegraph pole outsid the saloon. Somehow I was able to duct tape myself to the shaft of wood even though it would not be possible to duct tape both my own arms; but, hey . . . it’s a dream right?

Then, Brad Pitt comes along. He is, of course, shirtless and ripped as in “Fight Club”. He begins punching me wildly in the stomache and just basically beating the shit out of me as I’m strapped helplessly to the pole. Just when things seen hopeless, dark, and I think Brad Pitt may actually kill me, I am saved by Laverne and Shirley. The two most famous female roommates in sitcom histore come strolling along, and Shirley launches into Brad Pitt. She calls him names, intervenes physically, and basically does whatever it takes to save me. Once Brad Pitt is stopped (he disappears or something), Laverne and Shirley untie me from the pole.

As I give them each a hug in turn, I notice that Shirley’s hair shifts during the hug. It is revealed that she wears a wig due to chemotherapy for cancer. I’m very sad to hear this. The dream ends with Shirley dying. A white, glowing sheep appears on a hill, complete with radiant lines of divine energy shooting off in all directions. It is understood that this sheep is the reincarnation or avatar of Shirley; the dream ends with me and Laverne worshipping the sheep with tears in our eyes.

May all be auspicious!

I’m not sure, but I think this is my new blog home.  I’ve maintained my website half-heartedly for some time (www.sleepwaking.com), but it is a bit of a pain.  I’m mainly interested in putting some of my thoughts down in an easy place. 

 The big decision was whether that place should be public, just on my hard drive, or filed away in my failing memory.  I finally opted for public.  My thought was that it’s likely that a) it won’t be much different than private, and b) even if someone reads it, perhaps something I write will benefit someone else or someone will direct my attention to something beneficial for myself.  Nothing to lose really.

 So, I think I’ll be stripping down the old site and moving material over here.  Here’s hoping any mind that finds this sentence is doing well.