The Dream Gods Must Be Crazy
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “Holy shit! Another post about this woman’s f-ed up dreams!”
But this one takes the cake.
Cast of characters:
Jerry Paris who played Jerry the Dentist on the old Dick Van Dyke Show.
Ed Asner (yeah, Lou Grant but it’s not as crazy as Jerry from The Dick Van Dyke Show, right?)
My dog Kobe who inexplicably became BFFs with the neighborhood cat. I can’t tell you how out of character this would be if it were real.
And last but not least, Zsa Zsa Gabor. This is not a joke. (Uh…is she still alive?)
Zsa Zsa was telling me what a great writer I was and how much money I was going to make. I swear she said something about a million dollars for something I’d written. I can’t place what it was but, damn, it must have been good. I mean, if Zsa Zsa said it, it must have been good, right? RIGHT?
I remember in my dream thinking I better wake up and write this down. Then I dreamed that I woke up and wrote it down, which I didn’t. I had to wait until I actually woke up to piece it together which is no easy task since dream memory takes on a Swiss cheese quality once you get too far from it.
Since the dream took place on a movie set, I suppose this motley crew kind of made sense but I still find it a bit disturbing. I’ve struggled with it this morning. I need to figure it out on my own since I’m certain this is waaaaay outside the expertise of the dream dictionary.
Ed Asner…okay…as long as it wasn’t weird. Jerry Paris….right, he’s the director. I can accept that.
Why Zsa Zsa? Why her?
Well, here’s my answer to that: Last night I was watching a trailer for the new Celebrity Apprentice and Joan Rivers is one of them. Holy cow, does she look awful. Maybe I replaced Joan with Zsa Zsa in my dream? If I remember correctly, Zsa Zsa didn’t look as awful as Joan.
The mind has a way of protecting us in an odd way, doesn’t it?