So it's been said of our generation we watch entirely too much television and too many movies. To which I've always replied, "No such thing." But, I'm starting to think our parents were right because I think popular culture has finally broken my brain.
The last few nights I've been having the weirdest dreams. Usually, I don't even remember my dreams because they're so boring and mundane. In fact, they're so commonplace on rare occassions I've had trouble distinguishing between them and real life. So periodically I'll say things to myself like, "Did I ACTUALLY go to Subway yesterday?" But, all of sudden Hollywood has finally broken through into my subconscience.
Two nights ago I dreamt I was hanging out in Trenton, NJ with Samuel L. Jackson. Although, he wasn't really Samuel L. Jackson but more like a non-descript Samuel L. Jackson character like the guy he played in Die Hard 3 or Snakes on a Plane. And, then last night I dream I'm on vacation with my parents waiting for a train, and I look over and my mother is talking to two girls-it's the Hilton sisters! And, I wake up and I'm like, "What the hell is wrong with my dreams lately?"
I mean, granted, it's not the first time I've dreamt about Paris Hilton. But, usually, it's just the one dream over and over again. She goes on a talk show to promote a movie she's going to be in or that album she made, and I just walk out of the audience and proceed to bop her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. And, I say, "Paris! No! Look at me. NO," you know, maintaining eye contact the whole time so she knows that I'm the alpha male...
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Hah! Hilarious. I had a Paris dream not too long ago, where her tan was peeling and splotchy because she was hanging out at the beach too much. But she didn't seem to care.
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