October 25, 2007

Dream A Little Dream

Here's a little game I like to call Guess How Long It Will Be Until Chris Has A Psychotic Break With Reality. Come on, give it a shot. It'll be fun. Over the past couple of nights, I've had three of the following dreams. You guess which ones and determine my sanity.

  • I was on the trail of a serial killer, a serial killer who looked exactly like Chad Lowe only, in the dream, I knew him as Chad Penn. Apparently my subconscious was a little sketchy on the names of celebrities' brothers who happened to be actors. It was unusual in that Chad killed people with arrows. I nabbed him, eventually, in a convenience store about the size of the average home's bathroom.
  • My hair was long. I went to my normal place to get it cut but instead of finding the skanky hairdressers I normally see, the place was full of haircutting strippers. Not much of a difference really, except these stylists were showing some ass. Each of them had two-digit numbers tattooed in various places. When I finally got up the nerve to ask, I was informed that the numbers represented the cost of a haircut and lapdance. I didn't ask what the back room was all about.
  • I found myself in a thirteen story bookstore. It was being invaded by people who I would call zombies except they hadn't really died first. Instead they'd been infected with some madness-inducing plague. I was trapped in some sort of wing of the store near the top floor with a few dozen other people. We kept fighting them off and they kept invading. Eventually, the army cleared them out and isolated them all. The streets and buildings outside were destroyed.
  • I was a contestant on The Price is Right. The new version with Drew Carey. I learned that they actually told all the contestants they'd be contestants ahead of time. They'd act surprised because there was a magic spell on the game show that would render all participants immediately excited. Sure enough, it worked. And Plinko rocked.
  • Drumsticks in my hand surrounded by a drum set that makes Eddie Van Halen's kit look tiny, I was playing the skins for a rock supergroup comprised of Whitesnake's David Coverdale, guitarists Joe Satriani and Eric Clapton, bassist Tony Levin and keyboardist Brian Williams. And by keyboardist Brian Williams I am indeed referring the host of the NBC Nightly News. And he sucked. The man had no rhythm and he clearly wasn't classically trained.

So, which three are the real dreams? And what do they mean other than holy crap, Chris needs a day off?

Posted by Chris at October 25, 2007 7:25 AM
Comments

The first, the second, and the last.

Maybe.

I'm not a dream interpreter. So I've no clue what they mean aside from potentially being just what happens when the neurons in your brain randomly fire in your sleep. That's behavioral neuroscience. Kinda. It's more complicated than that. I think. Don't ask me. I didn't pay much attention in that class.

Posted by: Cassandra at October 25, 2007 8:13 AM

Ummmm, I'm not that good at this... but maybe Dreams...1, 2 and 4?

LOL!

Posted by: Tammy at October 25, 2007 8:20 AM

Awww now that I read them again I really like you for number 3 as well, lolol Bookstores and Zombies...yeah that's a freaky dream, lolol

Posted by: Tammy at October 25, 2007 8:22 AM

I really want the last one to be a real dream. But I think your subconscious needs to give Brian Williams a little more credit. I think he's a rockin' keyboardist.

Posted by: Kelly at October 25, 2007 8:47 AM

Actually, I can imagine you having all of these dreams.

And btw, your dreams rock! Mine are gone the moment I wake up.

Posted by: mikkie at October 25, 2007 8:49 AM

I'm thinking serial killer, zombie bookstore and The Price is Right. Out of all of them, those sound most like ones I'd have or have had.

Posted by: alison at October 25, 2007 9:07 AM

I'm going to guess the Chad Lowe/Penn, Bookstore, and Price is Right dreams are the real ones.

Posted by: Susan at October 25, 2007 9:15 AM

I dreamed last night that I got an enormous boob job. Now if THAT was one of your dreams, you'd need serious help.

Posted by: Shelly at October 25, 2007 9:17 AM

not sure which dreams are real, but now i feel like playing drums and listening to Eruption. or maybe some Whitesnake. a little In The Still of the Night perhaps. my neighbors are gonna love me today!

Posted by: madmomn at October 25, 2007 9:26 AM

I vote for 2, 3, and 5.

Posted by: Liz at October 25, 2007 9:44 AM

OK, I'm going with:

1, the Chad Penn story cause you just can't make that shit up.

3, bookstore zombies, because those are the kinds of dreams I have all the time.

and 5, just because.

I was going to go with 2, but I think that was more of a fantasy, not a dream, but way to try to trick us. (People, his wife is VERY PREGNANT. Don't fall for number 2!)

Posted by: Candy at October 25, 2007 10:11 AM

I've been wondering when it would happen. You've finally gone round the bend! LOL

Posted by: Maribeth at October 25, 2007 10:12 AM

I guess the middle three...

And I think it is the weather, time of year because what a funk I have been in and I could sure use hmm, a week or so off :)

Posted by: Christina at October 25, 2007 10:32 AM

I'm guessing:

Chad Lowe/Penn
Bookstore not quite zombies
Superstar Drummer

I'm guessing that they are all a smidge stress-induced...

Posted by: Sue at October 25, 2007 10:39 AM

Lap dancing hair dressers? I think you made that one up.

At least I hope you did.

Funny.

Posted by: ann adams at October 25, 2007 10:59 AM

1, 2, and 5 were your dreams. It means you need to stop shooting the heroin right before bedtime.

Posted by: You c an call me, 'Sir' at October 25, 2007 11:18 AM

Those aren't dreams, Chris. Those are called nightmares! I kid...

I would say 1,2 and 5 ?

Posted by: Jen at October 25, 2007 12:04 PM

The first, the second and the last one?

Posted by: wordgirl at October 25, 2007 12:20 PM

Is this a trick question?

It IS full moon time, you know...

Posted by: sue at October 25, 2007 12:23 PM

one three and five are my guesses...and the first one cracks me up because I always thought chad lowe a little creepy.

Posted by: Amy at October 25, 2007 12:24 PM

Two three and five. Except I have no idea. In addition with my bit-in-ass-by-lion dream, though, I also dreamed I was being attacked by snipers as I swam across a lake and hid under lily pads. Just thought I'd engage in a little reciprocity for ya ;)

Posted by: Heather at October 25, 2007 1:41 PM

Long-haired Chris Cactus, in the bookstore with drumsticks.

P.S. All creative types are crazy. Don't fight it. Just go with it.

Posted by: GreenCanary at October 25, 2007 1:47 PM

Haircut, Price is Right, and drumsticks.

Also, maybe you're just getting a wee bit too warm at night? I know when I'm overblanketed, I tend to have some wacked out dreams.

Posted by: Dawn at October 25, 2007 2:56 PM

1, 3, 5 = real

Posted by: ali at October 25, 2007 3:17 PM

Well, if three was a real dream your subconscious is totally ripping off 28 Days/Weeks later...

Posted by: suze at October 25, 2007 5:49 PM

I hope one of them isn't #5, since you got VH's drummer's name wrong. Dolt. :p

Serial killer, bookstore, Price Is Right. Those are my guesses.

Posted by: Sparkle Pants at October 25, 2007 6:36 PM

I vote the lap dancing hairidressers, the zombie bookstore and the drummer. I personally think you could make a fortune with the salon idea. And have all the vacation days you want.

Posted by: Annie, The Evil Queen at October 26, 2007 12:44 AM

No clue, because they all are totally like mine every single night.

Posted by: Aimee Greeblemonkey at October 26, 2007 5:50 PM

My name is Chad Penn and I'M a little freaked out that you just randomly got my last name instead of "lowe". So I vote for #1.

Posted by: Chad Penn at January 25, 2008 7:17 PM


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