So I've been sick the last few days. Today after getting worse instead of getting better, I realized that "Hey! I have medical insurance now, I should go to a freakin doctor!"
He gave me Amoxicillin, Nasacort nasal spray, Alavert and Tussi-Organidin-NR (cough syrup)
I go home, take the first dosage of the nasal spray, antibiotics and cough syrup, and shortly thereafter lie down to take a nap. I wake up about six hours later, after having this dream:
I'm living in a movie. It's very clearly a movie, but for the most part it's viewed through my own first person experience, although every once in a while things pan out and the music swells and the movie cuts to scenes where I'm not there. I'm Donnie Darko (yeah, the character) and my dad is Jim Carrey in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and my sister is played by Charisma Carpenter (except she's all frumpy and dressed down), and my mom is some unknown attractive European actress.
I stumble across a time machine, and the whole family and I end up getting sucked into some weird time travel adventure, and dad manages to spend or lose all of our money along the way. We end up in the 1950's, and move into my old house in Salem, Illinois. There we have a Standard Issue Sassy Black Housemaid, and a second maid who I never see.
My movie sister gets all hot and gussied up, and goes on dates with local Mexicans. In the 50's. Also while in the 50's I buy a whole ton of fireworks and 3-D glasses and yo-yos and other weird stuff. Then my sister ends up stealing our truck to go on a date, and other odd misadventures.,
Still in the 50's, there was a really, really long baseball game being played by the neighborhood kids. Only there were like 50 kids playing outfield, and there were fences up in the middle of the baseball field that split it up into 4 or 5 parts. They were playing in the parking lot next to my old house in Salem, but there was now train tracks across the street. I didn't know where for sure, but dad hid the time machine under the train tracks.
There's a big touching scene where I'm to our Sassy Black Maid. I want to tell her what's going on and that we're from the future, but I don't, I just kind of hint around to it without really saying it. Basically what I'm saying has two different meanings depending on if you know the story or not. She also wants to know why I'm wearing boxer shorts all the time, because briefs were much more common.
So in the end, I decide that I need to get back to 2005, and I go to the carnival to steal the time machine back (which somehow involved riding the ferris wheel. I don't know why, as the time machine was clearly under the train tracks.) I remember my plan was to go back in time first, and buy some old stamps or spanish coins or Superman #1 or whatever so I could sell them all in 2005 and we'd be rich. (There was also a big conversation with someone, my sister or mom I think, about how if I was going to go back in time and buy stamps I couldn't go to 1913 because the government had outlawed Stamps at that point. So I had to go back to 1870 or something.)
And then reality started freaking out, and dad found an old dead bloated version of himself in the bathtub, and mom realized that the old dead fat guy was dad, and that she still loved him or something, and the special effects kicked in and the wall was melting away all digitally like Matrix text, and dad stuck his arm through it and got sucked in. (Not sure if I'd activated the time machine or if we just didn't need it or what.) Chaos ensues, and I end up back in 2005, falling from the sky onto a grassy field near the highway.
There just happened to be a couple of tables in the field near the highway. So I set up a roadside garage sale, as all of the yoyos and fireworks and other 50's stuff had fallen from the sky too, scattered around the field near me. I took out a giant sharpee marker and a huge piece of poster board and wrote a sign, then started setting up my sale on the tables. It was then that I realized I didn't have stickers for prices or money for change.
Before I even finished setting up, some cars pulled off of the highway, and two ladies got out, and bought 6 yo-yos at 25 cents each. More and more people showed up to buy my 50's stuff, and the camera paned out, the music kicked in, the credits rolled and I woke up.
OK. Seriously. What the fuck? I'm blaming the cough syrup.
He gave me Amoxicillin, Nasacort nasal spray, Alavert and Tussi-Organidin-NR (cough syrup)
I go home, take the first dosage of the nasal spray, antibiotics and cough syrup, and shortly thereafter lie down to take a nap. I wake up about six hours later, after having this dream:
I'm living in a movie. It's very clearly a movie, but for the most part it's viewed through my own first person experience, although every once in a while things pan out and the music swells and the movie cuts to scenes where I'm not there. I'm Donnie Darko (yeah, the character) and my dad is Jim Carrey in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and my sister is played by Charisma Carpenter (except she's all frumpy and dressed down), and my mom is some unknown attractive European actress.
I stumble across a time machine, and the whole family and I end up getting sucked into some weird time travel adventure, and dad manages to spend or lose all of our money along the way. We end up in the 1950's, and move into my old house in Salem, Illinois. There we have a Standard Issue Sassy Black Housemaid, and a second maid who I never see.
My movie sister gets all hot and gussied up, and goes on dates with local Mexicans. In the 50's. Also while in the 50's I buy a whole ton of fireworks and 3-D glasses and yo-yos and other weird stuff. Then my sister ends up stealing our truck to go on a date, and other odd misadventures.,
Still in the 50's, there was a really, really long baseball game being played by the neighborhood kids. Only there were like 50 kids playing outfield, and there were fences up in the middle of the baseball field that split it up into 4 or 5 parts. They were playing in the parking lot next to my old house in Salem, but there was now train tracks across the street. I didn't know where for sure, but dad hid the time machine under the train tracks.
There's a big touching scene where I'm to our Sassy Black Maid. I want to tell her what's going on and that we're from the future, but I don't, I just kind of hint around to it without really saying it. Basically what I'm saying has two different meanings depending on if you know the story or not. She also wants to know why I'm wearing boxer shorts all the time, because briefs were much more common.
So in the end, I decide that I need to get back to 2005, and I go to the carnival to steal the time machine back (which somehow involved riding the ferris wheel. I don't know why, as the time machine was clearly under the train tracks.) I remember my plan was to go back in time first, and buy some old stamps or spanish coins or Superman #1 or whatever so I could sell them all in 2005 and we'd be rich. (There was also a big conversation with someone, my sister or mom I think, about how if I was going to go back in time and buy stamps I couldn't go to 1913 because the government had outlawed Stamps at that point. So I had to go back to 1870 or something.)
And then reality started freaking out, and dad found an old dead bloated version of himself in the bathtub, and mom realized that the old dead fat guy was dad, and that she still loved him or something, and the special effects kicked in and the wall was melting away all digitally like Matrix text, and dad stuck his arm through it and got sucked in. (Not sure if I'd activated the time machine or if we just didn't need it or what.) Chaos ensues, and I end up back in 2005, falling from the sky onto a grassy field near the highway.
There just happened to be a couple of tables in the field near the highway. So I set up a roadside garage sale, as all of the yoyos and fireworks and other 50's stuff had fallen from the sky too, scattered around the field near me. I took out a giant sharpee marker and a huge piece of poster board and wrote a sign, then started setting up my sale on the tables. It was then that I realized I didn't have stickers for prices or money for change.
Before I even finished setting up, some cars pulled off of the highway, and two ladies got out, and bought 6 yo-yos at 25 cents each. More and more people showed up to buy my 50's stuff, and the camera paned out, the music kicked in, the credits rolled and I woke up.
OK. Seriously. What the fuck? I'm blaming the cough syrup.
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[Edited on May 11, 2005 1:13PM]