[ Friday, May 24, 2002 ]
In the dream, I have been sleeping for hours--and I was supposed to get up earlier. My wife is nowhere to be seen.
I head downstairs to find that Cathy, my manager at the bank (who normally gives me a ride) has been waiting for me.
I head around to the back of the house (which has now become my mother's home in New Jersey), and discover a woman (who I only see in shadow) walking around my apartment.
Excuse me! I yell up to the second floor. That's our apartment!
"Oh, sorry," the woman says. "I'm looking for a new place and there's a sign out front."
That's for the third floor apartment. That one's ours.
"Oh," she says, and walks upstairs.
I walk back to the front of the house (without changing into my work clothes) to find Cathy no longer there.
I walk to work.
As I walk to work, I realize that I am in the world where all the commercials come from. All the people around me talk about or live their lives around are products--and I see several celebrities doing inane things--Alex Trebek is eating soup and worrying about gum pain, and perhaps this new cream will do the trick. Rebecca Romijn-Stamos and some girl argue over who gets the last Snack Cake.
All of these commercials going on in real life, and all of them interrupting each other--disrupting each other.
And me without a product to plug.
And then I wake up.
For those of you wondering why I haven't put anything up yet about my recent vacation, that's only because I haven't got the pictures back yet, and want to put them up.
In the meantime, check out this trailer
. This seems to be Brian DePalma's reaction to trailers that show too much. Kinda clever.
In an odd coincidence, Rebecca Romijn-Stamos is in it--I'd had the dream before seeing this. I anticipate her being in a lot more of my dreams now, though.
posted by Rob on 10:11 AM |