PLW and I were talking last night on our way to MOL Junior’s about how we both have really vivid dreams. Apparently Shawn had dreamed that we had moved to Austin, and we pretty disappointed when he woke up. I can understand that.
So, I had a pretty vivid dream as a result of this conversation (though all my dreams are pretty vivid while they’re happening). Last night I dreamed that the world had been taken over by an alien race and was being purged of anything fun, educational, or related to Star Wars. For some reason this race had a real problem with Star Wars. At first we figured that they were insulted by some kind of misrepresentation of space combat, but we never could really discern why they hated it so much.
One of the most vivid parts of my dream was going to a bookstore with my friend Andy and turning in every book I owned, which is much akin to ripping out my SOUL with a pair of rusty salad tongs. I told the bookstore clerks I was scared, and they agreed with me. Andy was bitching about having to go home and put all his Star Wars pictures through a shredder, because being found with them carried a penalty of death.
The next part I remember with real clarity was that I was with Shawn and we were walking along the highway, which was absolutely dead except for alien robots here and there. Apparently Jedi had come to Earth to help us out, and taught a handful of us with Jedi power how to use the Force. Shawn had originally been really, really excited…he was all, “I KNEW IT! THIS KICKS ASS!” Then he found out that I was a Jedi, and he wasn’t. That pretty much wrecked him, and to top it off I was a CRAPPY Jedi. I mean, I’d had five minutes of training and I was pretty much scared out of my mind. But, when we were walking down the highway and I was making robots fly out of my way, I was starting to get the hang of it. Shawn was still pretty pissed off that he wasn’t a Jedi and just had to get my back with a laser gun.
I woke up shortly after that because my cat was trying to tunnel out of the house through the air conditioner. Hopefully I saved the world.
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