3 Rad Dreams – Clint Eastwood, Super Heroes, and Dinner with the kids

Posted by blainegarrett on Apr 24th, 2008 | 0 comments

I put on a nicotine patch after showering after working out late last night. I have not been using the patches much lately since they give me really vivid and usually traumatic nightmares. Eitherway, I have not been sleeping well lately. However, last night I had 3 really awesome dreams.

The first one was seemingly similar to the movie  A Perfect World, but instead of Kevin Costner, I was kidnapped by Clint Eastwood. Clint Eastwood is becoming my hero as of late, and I think therefore, I didn’t mind him kidnapping me. I don’t remember much of the details, but I have a vivid memory of driving in his pickup truck (maybe the one out of Every Which Way But Loose) around dusk towards the city with the illuminated purple sky… which I had been thinking about before bed for a new painting series. Once we got back to the city, he dropped me off somewheres and a cop picked me up to take me home. I sat in the front with the cop and some crackhead that got picked up was in the back. The cop (who reminded me of Patrick Warburton in Big Trouble) thought it was pretty cool that I was hanging out with Clint Eastwood and we talked about our adventures together. The crackhead started heckling me about it and the cop gave me the nod and I punched out the crack head. hahah.

I think that dream probably had something to do with potential quarterlife crisis stuff. I have been getting lots of comments lately from people about the house buying like “Wow, you are such a good adult”. Perhaps, I slightly take offense in this since it is pretty removed from the hippy pirate lifestyle I used to live. Not that Clint Eastwood embodies that, but he has a different sensibility (at least from his characters in movies) that I admire. I think the punching scene at the end was a sort of self confidence boost from hanging out with Eastwood. This might be a sign that I need to do more things that I can take pride in and create my own self confidence. This might be an allusion to my failure in getting Adamantine Arts where it needed to be to be a success. bleh.

The next dream was bad ass. It made little sense. I was hanging out with Joe’s circle of friends and we were some sort of post apocalyptic  zombie/vampire/mutant hunters. One of the female friends got injured and so we took refuge in some abandon oil plant or something. A couple people and I stuck around to keep an eye on things while Joe, Charles, and some others went to go get fast food.  In the mean time, the girl wakes up as some sort of undead mutant thing and we engage in this epic battle. I’m running around dual wielding machetes  trying to eviscerate the girl before she can heal herself back up. However, she is going all bat shit crazy and doing flips and high kicks and beating our asses. Finally we get the upper hand and take her out. Then some other mutant zombie dude attacks and he is slow and lumbering, but cutting him up does nothing. It is almost like he was made of smoke or fog. He kills some of the other members of the team including Tim Cnossen and Tera LaPlante… which I distinctly remember for some reason. Meanwhile, someone else and me continue to engage him. Mid battle, a jeep pulls up and Charles and Joe and some others get out with Wendy’s bags and are talking. They see the fight going on and run into to join us. End. No idea what that means, but it was cool enough for me to turn off my alarm and finish the dream.

Finally, I had a dream where Sarah Jurenci and I were in a elementary school classroom (with the big tables instead of desks) and were serving the kids (who were noticeably all black) a sort of buffet style meal. One one side of the room were a bunch of steamer trays with some of the most delicious food I have seen. There was ham, and roast beef, and salads, and fruit, and  desserts.  I kept snitching food while I was serving and remember getting bloated, but kept eating. At some point I made a joke about ham, and a bunch of the kids got pissed off (I assume they were Muslim). Towards the end, the place started on fire or a tornado was hitting of something and all the kids ran out, but I kept eating. Wierd…  Honestly, I think this dream was caused by me having to fart really bad while sleeping. I think the chaos at the end was a signal from my body saying “You better wake up and fart or your colon is going to rupture”.

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