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Bizarre Dream
Mar. 7th, 2004 12:59 pmThis has got to be the most bizarre dream ever. First of all, let me just say that there is a reason for this. This weekend, at the Convention Center in Columbus, Arnold Schwarznegger's annual bodybuilding/fitness thing is being held. (Yes, Californians, you can take heart in knowing that your anti-gay marriage governor is spending his weekend in my neighborhood, which the 2000 census all but declared the gayest in America. :-) ) So I at least know where the main character came from.
So the dream went like this: I'm driving down High Street in my car, following a big yellow Hummer with a Florida license plate reading "AHNOLD". I can see the man in the front seat driving (from my car? How?) in his rearview mirror, and I discover it's Arnold Schwarznegger, decked out in his Terminator outfit, sans cyborg eye. For some reason, this excites me. I am also explaining to the person in the car with me why it makes sense that his Hummer has a Florida license plate.
So I follow Arnold, all the way up I-71, to some barbecue restaurant on the North side of Columbus, and sit down with him to propose that he become my business partner in opening my own barbecue [ick!] restaurant, which will serve ribs. Our hook is that every dinner ends with a fancy banana split (which happened to be the one Alton Brown made on Good Eats the other night -- this is the first episode of this show I've ever seen, so you can tell it made an impression on me.)
I woke up before I got Arnold's answer.
So the dream went like this: I'm driving down High Street in my car, following a big yellow Hummer with a Florida license plate reading "AHNOLD". I can see the man in the front seat driving (from my car? How?) in his rearview mirror, and I discover it's Arnold Schwarznegger, decked out in his Terminator outfit, sans cyborg eye. For some reason, this excites me. I am also explaining to the person in the car with me why it makes sense that his Hummer has a Florida license plate.
So I follow Arnold, all the way up I-71, to some barbecue restaurant on the North side of Columbus, and sit down with him to propose that he become my business partner in opening my own barbecue [ick!] restaurant, which will serve ribs. Our hook is that every dinner ends with a fancy banana split (which happened to be the one Alton Brown made on Good Eats the other night -- this is the first episode of this show I've ever seen, so you can tell it made an impression on me.)
I woke up before I got Arnold's answer.
