Sunday, April 18, 2010

Note: pinching yourself in a dream does not wake you up/tell you that it's a dream. Unless..since it didn't hurt that was supposed to mean,

you're dreaming, you idiot, keep going, it's not real! I don't know. I don't understand this phrase anymore.

Guess I'll have to use codenames so people don't know I dream about them..

So we were at some Indian party, probably a Bellaire one (typical), except on the top of some building overlooking the city (with this and a later part, I am sure I've been watching too much Chuck) and I see..James Bond. What the freak is he doing there?! And he's like bff with my dad and the Indian uncles and my grandfather? And not me? What the hey.

So after a while, after sitting on my pride and nerves, I go to talk to him and somehow the gap of a chair between us gets smaller and then fam friend .. "John" is all interrupting my conversation with Bond to ask if I've seen something and shows me a picture of .. "Annie" and tells me how her marriage has been arranged and flips the pic over and shows me a pic of the guy. A, very embar whilst talking to Bond and b, she's a CHILD! like..under 13. ie, what in the world?!

Then I go somewhere and there's ninjas or killers or something and I go in this room and someone throws knives and chopsticks at me (really. Too much Chuck.) but somehow I pull them all out and everyone else is dead. And I call Bond because he's supposed to know the answer/clue to this video game (apparently it wasn't real ninjas? just realistic?) and he comes and somehow explains things and then we're leaving the room and from the earlier conversations, I obviously have a crush, but we're leaving and he grabs my hand and walks and says something and I just look at him like DUDE WHAT THE HECK, BE CLEAR. And then he says how he's only there for a short time and this project just got shorter and blahblah. And I could've initiated this perfect, I guess, movie moment, but instead I pinched myself, and did not wake up, and therefore thought this might be real, and so I did nothing, in case it was, so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself. And shortly thereafter, I woke up. Great. Damnit.

And I feel like he was in my backyard with us taking Easter pictures at some point. Huh

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