One Of Those Dreams…

red-carpetI had one of those dreams last night, Modern Philosophers, where I woke up from it, but went right back into it when I fell asleep again.

Have you ever had such a dreamt?  There’s probably a term for it, but I have no idea what it is.

It’s one of those dreams I remembered, though, because it was pretty amazing.  I was in Hollywood, preparing to go to the red carpet premiere of a movie in which I had acted and written the screenplay.

There was an out of control amount of buzz around the movie, and it was obvious that everyone involved was going to be a big star.

I was in a tuxedo.  I guess this was the sort of event that didn’t allow for formal togas.  No biggie, though, since I looked damn good.

remember dreamsOne of the more intriguing parts of the dream was that a fellow blogger, who I have been talking to a lot lately, came out to Hollywood to be my date for the premiere.

I was excited to meet her in person since she is extremely awesome, quite easy on the eyes, and she’s become a good friend.  Plus, I was sure a movie premiere was really impressive as far as first dates go, especially when I’m the screenwriter and one of the stars.

When I met her at the hotel, however, she told me that she had to bail on the premiere.  Turns out that she got called for a job interview, and it was just too good for her to pass up, especially since she was already in California.

Even in my dream, I have horrible luck with dating, Modern Philosophers.  I mean, what are the odds she’d fly halfway across the country to be my date for a movie premiere and get a call for a job interview in L.A. while on route?

I eventually learned that the movie had something to do with Superheroes, and that’s why Hollywood was crazy about it.  I wouldn’t normally write a Superhero screenplay, but maybe my dream was trying to tell me something.

Furthermore, the cool factor had to do with it being about the Superheroes in high school.  The Avengers 90210?

Regardless, we rolled up to the red carpet in limos.  There was a huge crowd waiting for us.  I’d never been a part of anything so exciting.

Just as I set foot on the sidewalk, my date appeared and took my hand.  She looked absolutely stunning in a fancy dress (no, I didn’t ask her who she was wearing!).

She apologized for almost bailing on me, and told me she could always find a job, but she’d never again get to go to my movie premiere with me.

Holding hands, we walked down the red carpet as people shouted my name and asked to take my picture.  She tightened her grip on my hand and whispered how excited she was for me, and thanked me for asking her to be my date.

bottle-of-dreamsMaybe I’m not such a horrible dater in my dreams, after all…

Sadly, I woke up at that point and could not manage to fall back asleep this time to see how it all ended.

Not a bad dream for a Friday night, right?  Let’s hope there’s a sequel…

About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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36 Responses to One Of Those Dreams…

  1. hollie says:

    I love those dreams, I have them a lot. I don’t know the name for them though.

  2. JED says:

    Dream or premonition? Got a big idea for a Superhero movie bouncing around inside your head? Maybe it’s time to get to writing it.

  3. Jed beat me to it – I was going to suggest that it was a premonition!

  4. Maybe your dream is telling you to ask out the girl?

  5. markbialczak says:

    Good dream, Austin. When it all comes true, remember us little guys. 🙂

  6. swo8 says:

    Stay tuned for Saturday’s continuation of Friday’s dream.

  7. That sounds like a good dream! Dreams are very telling of things going on in our waking lives. 🙂

  8. adamjasonp says:

    “The Avengers 90210.” Oh, gawd, double will-not-see.
    …I have no idea who that other blogger is. None at all. 😉 Okay, I’m probably wrong, as always…

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