Contrary to the title, this blog post is NOT about Debbie Gibson. I’ll give you fine folks a few seconds to deal with your disappointment. It is however about a really bizarre dream that I had recently. It was extremely well detailed, and yet made absolutely no sense.
The dream kicked off with me and my friend Suze (www.twitter.com/jadedmuses) just
about to walk into a movie theatre. At this point it was unclear what movie we were going to see, all I know is that we were really looking forward to seeing it. We settled in to our seats, with snacks in hand. I started to get a very ominous vibe about being in the theatre, like something really bad was about to happen.
The movie started, and to our surprise, it was not the movie we wanted to see. The movie, as it turned out, was a bio-pic about Jack from Jack In A Box. About 10 minutes into the film, Suze got a phone call from a friend saying she really needed to talk to her. She excused herself and said she’d be right back. As she walked out of the theatre, I could see a bunch of eyes peering at her in a very creepy manner.
I went back to watching the movie. A few scenes passed, retelling Jack’s rise to prominence in the fast-food game. Then suddenly, BAM!, a graphic sex scene with Jack and a few prostitutes that revealed his secret fetishes of auto-erotic stimulation and doing it on freshly shed snake-skin. I couldn’t take anymore. I got up and decided to meet Suze outside.
As I made my way out of the theatre, people started to get out of their seats. They were aggressively stumbling towards me, drunk and angry. They blocked the exit in the front of the theatre and prevented me from escaping. I frantically scrambled through the aisles, attempting to make my way to the emergency exit near the screen. I got to the door, but it was jammed. I noticed there was a small crawl space right under the screen. With the angry mob closing in on me, I dipped down into the crawl space.
On the other side of the crawl space was an empty arcade. I wandered around looking for an exit, but it seemed as though none existed. I then came across a sign that said the only way to exit the arcade was to pass the secret game. I grabbed some quarters and started playing the machines near the back of the arcade. Three games in, and I still hadn’t found the secret game.
Then I popped some quarters into an ultra-realistic old NBA game. The game was so realistic, they interrupted the game I was playing to hold a virtual press conference to announce that Magic Johnson had HIV. I can’t quite remember what team I was playing, but I was facing off against the Denver Nuggets and I won by 8. The next thing I know, the machine shuts off and a bright light comes from behind the game cabinet.
The cabinet shakes, then swings open like a door. I see a bright light and hear the sounds of birds chirping. I head towards the light, and find myself outdoors on the University Of Hawaii campus.
Now I’m wandering the UH campus, trying to comprehend everything that just happened to me. As I am walking, someone grabs my arm from behind. Paranoid from my prior experience, I spin around quickly to confront whoever grabbed my arm. It’s Suze. She tells me that her friend was just overreacting about some minor thing. She says I look a little spooked and that we should go get ice cream.
We duck into a nearby ice cream shop and order a gigantic sundae. Just as the server brings over the sundae, I wake up.
While this is not the strangest dream that I’ve ever had (I was in the middle of a bloody turf war between the Disney and Warner Brothers characters), it was an incredibly detailed one that I remember vividly. Maybe it was the ice cream…
