Father Heathen
Veteran Member
I took an unintended nap and had a very odd *** dream. I'm on a random late night talk show like Jimmy Kimmel or something as a guest; it wasn't a specific one. And I was a vague approximation of a random actor from the recent Star Wars Trilogy; no specific one.
Now I"m not a fan of Star Wars. In fact, I haven't seen a star wars movie since the prequel trilogy from 20 years ago. Also, when I dream I'm usually either a spectating non-entity or myself. I don't recall ever dreaming being someone else before.
So they surprise me with a Star Wars themed skit where everything was improvisational. They pressure me to participate and hand me a toy light saber still in the box. I feel a lot of anxiety about this. They have staff dressed as storm troopers and I'm pretending to deflect their shots and kill them with the saber that's still in the box. Also, I'm in a Jedi Robe because I showed up in character for some reason.
This spills onto the backstage area with cameras following, and I'm feeling embarrassed. The backstage is like a large warehouse for some reason and then an R2D2 that's about 20 feet tall comes plowing through shelves and crates and whatever. I'm like "That doesn't make any ****ing sense." and the crowd laughs and I just causally stroll out of a side exit into an awaiting SUV. As it drives off I noticed it has the rest of the Star Wars actors sitting in the back, and they look deathly sick, and they tell me their illness is why they didn't appear on the show, so then I turn to see who's sitting next to me and it's Walker, Texas Ranger and C.D., characters from the 90's TV series that starred Chuck Norris.
I'm definitely no fan of his or his show, but my dad watches this obscure network over antenna television that happens to air a lot of reruns, so it's common for me to catch him watching this when I visit.
So now we're driving through farmland, and we're getting passed by a large group of motorcycles. C.D. warns Walker that they're probably a motorcycle gang with ill intentions. And Walker responds, no it's a funeral progression. I noticed that the bike riders are wearing suits and military uniforms. after a long line of them pass, following behind them is a semi-truck pulling a flatbed trailer piled high with body bags.
Then the SUV pulls off onto a gravel road, I get out and it drives off. I'm standing before an abandoned, dilapidated house as night falls. I go inside and its empty. There's a sleeping bag on the floor so I decide to lay down on it. None of the windows have curtains or blinds, and there is nothing but pitch black save for the distant lights from neighboring farm houses, and I notice shadows rabidly darting back and forth across the windows, and at this point I wake up.
Now I"m not a fan of Star Wars. In fact, I haven't seen a star wars movie since the prequel trilogy from 20 years ago. Also, when I dream I'm usually either a spectating non-entity or myself. I don't recall ever dreaming being someone else before.
So they surprise me with a Star Wars themed skit where everything was improvisational. They pressure me to participate and hand me a toy light saber still in the box. I feel a lot of anxiety about this. They have staff dressed as storm troopers and I'm pretending to deflect their shots and kill them with the saber that's still in the box. Also, I'm in a Jedi Robe because I showed up in character for some reason.
This spills onto the backstage area with cameras following, and I'm feeling embarrassed. The backstage is like a large warehouse for some reason and then an R2D2 that's about 20 feet tall comes plowing through shelves and crates and whatever. I'm like "That doesn't make any ****ing sense." and the crowd laughs and I just causally stroll out of a side exit into an awaiting SUV. As it drives off I noticed it has the rest of the Star Wars actors sitting in the back, and they look deathly sick, and they tell me their illness is why they didn't appear on the show, so then I turn to see who's sitting next to me and it's Walker, Texas Ranger and C.D., characters from the 90's TV series that starred Chuck Norris.
I'm definitely no fan of his or his show, but my dad watches this obscure network over antenna television that happens to air a lot of reruns, so it's common for me to catch him watching this when I visit.
So now we're driving through farmland, and we're getting passed by a large group of motorcycles. C.D. warns Walker that they're probably a motorcycle gang with ill intentions. And Walker responds, no it's a funeral progression. I noticed that the bike riders are wearing suits and military uniforms. after a long line of them pass, following behind them is a semi-truck pulling a flatbed trailer piled high with body bags.
Then the SUV pulls off onto a gravel road, I get out and it drives off. I'm standing before an abandoned, dilapidated house as night falls. I go inside and its empty. There's a sleeping bag on the floor so I decide to lay down on it. None of the windows have curtains or blinds, and there is nothing but pitch black save for the distant lights from neighboring farm houses, and I notice shadows rabidly darting back and forth across the windows, and at this point I wake up.
