Dreamstuff
Apr. 3rd, 2005 07:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellyssianSo I've had a number of guest stars in my dreams the past couple of nights...
First off, Paul DiMeo, from Extreme Home Makeover, played the part of a co-employee at the music store I used to work at - he actually took over the business from my old boss and was running things his way, which seemed to focus inordinately on the recording of merchandise sold (or, with the new regime, lack of recording.)
Later that same night, John Goodman and George Wendt (along with another name of the same caliber, which has faded from memory upon waking) played police officers in what was clearly a comedy - some bumbling mobsters were after them. I'm not sure if I was a major player, or just had one scene, but it was a pivotal one, where George's character realized (finally, after much hijinks) that the mobsters were planning on murdering them. A chase scene ensued, but, alas, I woke up, so I am not sure of how the film ended.
Last night, Patrick Swayze guest starred as a tough-guy co-worker, who I thrashed in some sort of modern live-broadcast gladiatorial match. I had just arrived after a business trip, and was very driven to find something or someone - I had learned something of critical importance, and needed to bring about some kind of resolution. Patrick pulled me into the arena spotlight as I was going by, in a rush to get wherever it was I was going, so I took him down, then tossed him into the wall, and then continued on my way as the crowd cheered. I remember going through the office, which included living spaces made out of shifting walls, pursued by a throng of female fans and perhaps a few company "handlers." At that point it became apparent that whatever I had found out had something to do with this entertainment company that put on the gladiatorial matches having very sinister secrets - one of which they made quite public, as they announced with pride on many of the shifting, sliding walls that they were the producers of the movie Footloose. Of course, with all the girls chasing me, the point also became clear that I was searching for a particular female co-worker/girlfriend-or-wife, and that their would be a smooching scene coming up very soon...
Then my mom woke me up, to say goodbye to the kids (they're going to visit my dad's mom).
First off, Paul DiMeo, from Extreme Home Makeover, played the part of a co-employee at the music store I used to work at - he actually took over the business from my old boss and was running things his way, which seemed to focus inordinately on the recording of merchandise sold (or, with the new regime, lack of recording.)
Later that same night, John Goodman and George Wendt (along with another name of the same caliber, which has faded from memory upon waking) played police officers in what was clearly a comedy - some bumbling mobsters were after them. I'm not sure if I was a major player, or just had one scene, but it was a pivotal one, where George's character realized (finally, after much hijinks) that the mobsters were planning on murdering them. A chase scene ensued, but, alas, I woke up, so I am not sure of how the film ended.
Last night, Patrick Swayze guest starred as a tough-guy co-worker, who I thrashed in some sort of modern live-broadcast gladiatorial match. I had just arrived after a business trip, and was very driven to find something or someone - I had learned something of critical importance, and needed to bring about some kind of resolution. Patrick pulled me into the arena spotlight as I was going by, in a rush to get wherever it was I was going, so I took him down, then tossed him into the wall, and then continued on my way as the crowd cheered. I remember going through the office, which included living spaces made out of shifting walls, pursued by a throng of female fans and perhaps a few company "handlers." At that point it became apparent that whatever I had found out had something to do with this entertainment company that put on the gladiatorial matches having very sinister secrets - one of which they made quite public, as they announced with pride on many of the shifting, sliding walls that they were the producers of the movie Footloose. Of course, with all the girls chasing me, the point also became clear that I was searching for a particular female co-worker/girlfriend-or-wife, and that their would be a smooching scene coming up very soon...
Then my mom woke me up, to say goodbye to the kids (they're going to visit my dad's mom).