where. are. my. cards.
So last night I was asleep right? And I had this dream about this movie called Pandemonium. I highly recommend watching the trailer. It sucked. Big time. But, Janni Laine and I used to watch it a bunch in the early eighties thanks to every cable channel in the world (which meant about 63 at the time) and a lack of parental control in regard to our programming choices. Now, now, don't get all twitterpated about my parents being negligent. Cable was still pretty new, it probably didn't occur to them to wonder what we were watching. They probably thought they were doing enough by limiting our MTV to one half an hour a day, which we would bank and use up all at once on Saturday. Man, those were the video days... Angel is a Centerfold, Safety Dance, Pretty Woman (the creepy Van Halen version), Don't You Want Me, Baby... but I digress, this is turning into a whole 'nother thing.
So anyway. This movie, Pandemonium, it was for some reason waiting dormant in my subconscious. It reared its ugly head last night. Sort of.
Really, it was Judge Reinhold that invaded my slumber. Here's how the dream went...
"Hi, Judge! I'm a big fan." (odd, to say the least, I mean, he's fine, where would Fast Times be without him, not to mention... well, best not to start a list.)
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm fantastic! Remember that movie, Pandemonium? Me and my sister really loved that movie, but I was looking for it on Netflix and they don't have it."
"Well, actually, there is going to be a major re-release!"
"No way! Seriously?"
"I'm totally serious. And, let me give you a press kit. You deserve it after being such a long time fan of me and the movie"
So, I open the press kit, which contains a DVD of the movie, a poster of Judge Reinhold and Paul Ruebens, and... drum roll please, trading cards. Judge (that's what i call him, Judge) was awesome enough to sign the poster and the trading cards for me.
I'm sure you can all understand my disappointment when upon waking there were no trading cards.
arrivederci, rebecca marie
So anyway. This movie, Pandemonium, it was for some reason waiting dormant in my subconscious. It reared its ugly head last night. Sort of.
Really, it was Judge Reinhold that invaded my slumber. Here's how the dream went...
"Hi, Judge! I'm a big fan." (odd, to say the least, I mean, he's fine, where would Fast Times be without him, not to mention... well, best not to start a list.)
"Hi, how are you?"
"I'm fantastic! Remember that movie, Pandemonium? Me and my sister really loved that movie, but I was looking for it on Netflix and they don't have it."
"Well, actually, there is going to be a major re-release!"
"No way! Seriously?"
"I'm totally serious. And, let me give you a press kit. You deserve it after being such a long time fan of me and the movie"
So, I open the press kit, which contains a DVD of the movie, a poster of Judge Reinhold and Paul Ruebens, and... drum roll please, trading cards. Judge (that's what i call him, Judge) was awesome enough to sign the poster and the trading cards for me.
I'm sure you can all understand my disappointment when upon waking there were no trading cards.
arrivederci, rebecca marie
proclaimed by rebecca marie at 5:10 PM
3 flattering compliments:
Dude. I had THE biggest crush on Judge when I was a wee one. Good dream! I only ever dream of people like Snoop Dogg and Lon Chaney. Not to be confused with the Dick Chaney dream which is equally disturbing.
I will NEVER forget those creepy twins that would look at eachother and fix their hair like a mirror. Oh. AND wasn't this the movie where the line of cheerleaders got impaled with a javelin?
Awesome! You know this is why I didn't get good grades in school right? I store this kind of crap! err... I meant stellar piece of pop culture art.
i dreamt that i had a kid last night . . . but that i was freaking out cause i was totally unprepared! we had no high chair or stroller or car seat or clothes or toys or anything! i didn't remember giving birth in my dream, but it didn't seem to occur to me that this would be strange . . . i just tried to take care of it as best as i could. and i really did love it completely.
weird . . . and my husband was someone that was not jon . . .
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