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Sunday, May 25, 2003 In my Inbox, I have a folder called Dream-Mail, where Eug and I (and others) used to email each other our dreams. We were going to somehow try to make a short film about one or some of them, but time and lack of money meant we didn't get around to it.. Found this one last night... VERY funny. Subject: "Dreeeeeeeeeeeeeam Weaver" Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2000 19:37:43 +1100 Hello, Here's a really bizarre dream I had last Wednesday night, while sleeping at Jesse's. I hope you find it as bewildering as I did... OK, let me set the scene: For some reason, my friend Jesse, who does NOT work, was working at the local McDonalds. McDonalds Bayswater. So anyway, I see him working and he's got the striped shirt on and what-not, just doing his business, flipping burgers. SO anyway... this doesn't go anywhere, then all of a sudden Jesse and I are walking down the corridors of Melbourne Airport with about 1000 others, as we were... wait for it.... Ricky Martin's groupies!! Apparently, and I don't know what my subconscious is trying to tell me with this doozie.. Jesse and I were Ricky Martin's BEST groupies. I don't even want to know why and/or WHAT that involves, but all I know is that we were his quote unquote right hand men. So we're just walking along, then Ricky comes up to us, wearing Jesse's shirt (I like to think it was Jesse's :) ), or a shirt LIKE Jesse's Macca's uniform (the green striped one). He has the collar out, and over this he wears a fluro orange woolen jumped, and tight, TIGHT black leather pants. So anyway, he says "I arrive in my two favourite groupies home country for the first time, and all you guys organise for me is this little, shitty tour bus...!!" Then, all of a sudden I found myself looking outside and there WAS this "little, shitty tour bus" that was practically falling apart. So Jesse and I go on to say the bus wasn't for him, but rather the 30 Qantas planes that were just hovering overhead were (??) and yes... they WERE hovering. I don't know what new technology I invented in my dream to make that happen, but they were definitely hovering.. All of a sudden, I was transported to McDonalds Vegan, where Jesse had been transferred to. It was in the Middle-Of-Nowheres-ville and everyone there looked as if they belonged on the little, shitty tourbus LoL! So I go to the counter and this time Jesse isn't flipping burgers, he's flipping air, cos McDonalds Vegan, in the suburb of Vegan, has no meat in their "burgers". I don't know WHY they would be called burgers then, but oh well.. Then, one of my friends from work, walks around behind the counter to the grill and just chucks on a burger, and the staff all gasp in one collective gasp. *GASP*. He just flips his burger a couple of times, chucks it into a bun and downs it whole. Everyone working there just looks at him, mouths gaping, and he doesn't think anything of it. So then I look back to where Jesse was working, and it is now transformed to what appeared to be a booth (like in a restaurant) with bright red, shiny seats. Definitely something from the 70s. Sitting in the booth are some of my workmates and my brother. They are sipping cocktails with the little umbrellas sticking out of them. They are heavily intoxicated. They see me and the girl says, no SLURS: "So tell me..... Andrew, how long have you been Shane's brother?" I reply: "All my life" She slurs: "You're so lucky, I've only *hic* known him for a couple of years. We all *hic* lurve Shane. Don't we Shane *pinching his cheeks while downing more of her cocktail* We love Shane! We love Shane!" Now chanting. The other guy there says: "Andrew, so how did Shane pull up after the Farewell Party?" (for a guy and girl at Kmart). I said "he was pretty bad" and they just all cacked up, knocking him on the back, and stuff, as drunk people do. I then look toward the coffee perculator and am quite taken with it. All of a sudden, I wake up.............. and Jesse's coffee perculator is going nuts. Make of it what you willposted by AJ | 2:45 PM | | ||
