Sunday, October 4, 2009

One small dream for a man... one giant dream for mankind?

In my dream I was running around late at night doing errands in my pink Lucy pajamas and I was thinking hmm this probably isn't a good idea, but I wasn't tired so I decided to go to Target and look at the Barbies. Which I do occasionally. So I go in and there aren't any in the first section with the discount toys (this wasn't set up like your normal everyday Target.) so I went to the back, larger section and then suddenly there was an explosion in the front part and dust and smoke was going everywhere. I was kind of stuck back there until it calmed down and I started to come out. The police where investigating and there was a guy sitting down in a chair. He got up and started hitting on me and told me he was an astronaut, which I was inclined to believe at the time because he had a gray polo shirt on with the NASA logo and there was another guy standing off to the side in full astronaut garb (as I explained later in the dream to Steph. Is it weird that I used the word garb in a dream?) so the whole thing didn't seem as out there. The casual dress astronaut sort of looked like this: Note the Bulldog on his shirt, I do actually know this person. Not well enough to dream about but more so than some of the people I dream about. (I'm talking to you John Cusack.)



Anyway, since earlier that day I had had a "I haven't dated anyone in 5 years, I haven't even been asked... what's wrong with me?" crisis so I was slightly more receptive to his come-ons than I would normally be. Plus he was tall and kind of cute. But in order to be safe, I decided Steph had to come with me. So I go to her house to get her and I walk in through the kitchen and her mom is there and she offers me some wine and I'm like no thanks but she is like sobbing and keeps toasting her father, who has just died, and her son, whom she lost. (? Her words, considering as far as I know she's never had a son I'm not sure what that means.) So I just go upstairs and get Steph. The next thing I remember, we are at a stoplight - it is still way late and dark - and Steph and the guy are having some sort of heated discussion and I'm just staying out of it. So we get to a restaurant and they tell us the wait is 3 hours and I'm like that is just too long so we go back to my dorm. There or on the way, I discover he is really some sort of con man or maybe spy and naturally I find this upsetting. I ask him his name (which I apparently never thought to inquire about before) and he gives me something vaguely Arab sounding and I'm like c'mon your real name then he says something enigmatic like "I have many names" or "I am known by many names" and shows me a list of all of his other identities. But I keep insisting what's your real name and finally he tells me Jack Wick and I'm like "well I think if I had known Jack Wick I would be able to fall in love with him" or something equally nauseating. And then he kisses me and it's a nice kiss but then I realize, hey he's a professional liar or whatever he is, I should probably not close my eyes because he might steal something from my room. Then I also realize something else and abruptly stop the kiss and was yell "were you responsible for the explosion?" and he was like, well yeah! As if to imply it was no big deal, just a part of his job. Apparently I feel very strongly about not blowing up Targets so that's when I finally kick him out. Steph (who was not in the room for the kiss and sappy Lifetime moment) gives me grief about falling for him (although I still believe he really liked me and I was not part of some con or heist or whatever) and how stupid could I be thinking he was an astronaut, etc... Also he may have taken something from her house when I was fetching her. Needless to say, this doesn't help the whole "I only attract sociopaths" theory.

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