Last night when I went to bed, I had a pretty interesting dream.
I was with my parents, and my dad just got confirmation that we won two tickets to go to the Oscars! I was very excited myself and couldn't wait to go! So all three of us jumped into a car and traveled to LA.
It was a very dark night, and the only things illuminating the world was the street lamps of this impossibly long and high bridge we were driving on, the lights below us, and this immaculate mansion like thing in the distance that we knew was where the Oscars were being held.
We go in and the lobby looks like a very nice convention hall, and we find the elevators to go to the line for the Oscars. And while i get on, i see two versions of my mom, one younger looking and one older looking as though she was a grandmother, but the older one had to wait for the next elevator.
We exit, and there are just a maze of lines over what looks to be an expanded version of the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland, with ferns and bamboo everywhere. I go into one line while my parents go into another, and everything looks like we got there on time and early. However, I quickly realize that i chose a dead end when the stairs i took went nowhere, and i jumped off into another line to try and catch up with my parents.
I was stopped by two guards on a small 5 foot circle of Tron world and they asked if i was allowed to be there. I said i was, and I then asked "Did you want to search me or anything?" and they said they were fine. It was at this moment i realized i was wearing my worn out hoodie with holes in it, and my green hat with pins
I finally wind up at a ticket booth and concession stand where the ticket guy was riding a rollercoaster between the tickets and the snack foods. I met Mike Tyson there, and he was a bit shy when i said "I love your work!"
I of course was refferring to the Tyson chicken brand, which I didn't actually like, but i didn't want to be rude. He nervously scooted away and was very shy.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.