I had the pear dream again...
Ever have one of those dreams so bizzare you need to write it down immediately?
I'm sitting at a table at a club I have never been in before, but it is intimately familiar to me. I am sitting centerstage for an Eddie Izzard show. He's playing 3 nights and this is the first. He is, of course, hilarious, and is engaging in witty banter with the audience, including me. I am hilarious as well.
So hilarious in fact that Eddie's manager sits at my table and invites me backstage after the show. She, Eddie and I shoot the shit for a while, then she suggests that since this is my town, I should take them out drinking. Eddie drives.
He's a horrendous driver! His manager and I are terrified. He flies through stop sign after stop sign as we plead with him to stop. We are in the back, it is a convertable.
He nearly hits a group of school girls at one intersection. They are mad and pursue us...On foot. The neighborhood gets darker and more industrial as they chase us. There are over and uderpasses, high walls and chainlink fences around the road. We ditch the car and make our escape on foot.
We climb a fence to get away, but it is no use. They corner us. They are definatel going to kick our collective asses. Somehow, Eddie and I are able to charm our way out of it and they leave us alone. I suggest that it would be safer to go back to my place and drink there. I tell them it is OK, I have a stocked bar. They agree, but the manager insists I drive...
This is about the point that I wake up. Fucking bizzare. I do like Izzard, but have not watched anything with him in it in months, and the neighborhood was obviously mine, but I did not recognize it at all upon waking, though I did in the dream, like the club. Whew. Glad I wrote that down.
Ahem. I need coffee.
Ever have one of those dreams so bizzare you need to write it down immediately?
I'm sitting at a table at a club I have never been in before, but it is intimately familiar to me. I am sitting centerstage for an Eddie Izzard show. He's playing 3 nights and this is the first. He is, of course, hilarious, and is engaging in witty banter with the audience, including me. I am hilarious as well.
So hilarious in fact that Eddie's manager sits at my table and invites me backstage after the show. She, Eddie and I shoot the shit for a while, then she suggests that since this is my town, I should take them out drinking. Eddie drives.
He's a horrendous driver! His manager and I are terrified. He flies through stop sign after stop sign as we plead with him to stop. We are in the back, it is a convertable.
He nearly hits a group of school girls at one intersection. They are mad and pursue us...On foot. The neighborhood gets darker and more industrial as they chase us. There are over and uderpasses, high walls and chainlink fences around the road. We ditch the car and make our escape on foot.
We climb a fence to get away, but it is no use. They corner us. They are definatel going to kick our collective asses. Somehow, Eddie and I are able to charm our way out of it and they leave us alone. I suggest that it would be safer to go back to my place and drink there. I tell them it is OK, I have a stocked bar. They agree, but the manager insists I drive...
This is about the point that I wake up. Fucking bizzare. I do like Izzard, but have not watched anything with him in it in months, and the neighborhood was obviously mine, but I did not recognize it at all upon waking, though I did in the dream, like the club. Whew. Glad I wrote that down.
Ahem. I need coffee.
Eddie's fucking brilliant, though, so that makes it a bonus.
And yes, this was completely random, just happened to see you in the SG gamers group and thought I'd poke my nosy li'l head in your world.
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