August 6, 2004 - Take that, Freud!
So, we broke down and bought some ice cream the other day. We've been trying to avoid all that fattening creamy lactosey goodness for a while, it being counter productive to the ol' going to the gym sillyness we've adopted. Anyway, I figured that I had earned some ice cream, since I'd gotten a shot at the doctor's office and, as far as I am concerned the rule that you get ice cream after going to the doctor for a shot has not been revoked since my childhood.
So, anyway, we snarfed down a tub o' New York Super Fudge Chunk while watching History of the World, Part 1, then went to bed. I had the following dream, which may or may not be the ice cream's fault, but the blame has to go somewhere...:
At first I was watching television, which I remember thinking was odd, since we don't have one; the dream grabbed hold of me at that point, refusing to let any lucidity interfere with the pageant of weirdness it was about to put me through. The show that was on was some sort of Happy Days anniversary special, with all of the cast participating in some sort of elimination round Survivor/American Idol thing. Viewers were calling in to vote on their favorite character, and the losers were to be voted off the stage. Fonzi, however, wasn't williing to let fate decide, and was surreptitiously bumping off other cast members. After knocking Richie and Arnold off of the stage into a sub-basement full of wiring and machinery (don't ask me how the sub-basement was opened - the Fonz has his ways...), Fonzi was, naturally, the winner. Then, it got weird. It turns out that the show's producers had decided that Henry Winkler was too old ('who wants to watch a fifty year old guy hitting on chicks?'), and so had cast a very young (i would say around 20) Pierce Brosnan to be Fonzi for the show. His closing number, which was sort of his reward for winning, was a solo rendition of Sweet Transvestite from the Rocky Horror Picture show, which he sang doing his best Billy Idol impression. He was also wearing leather pants....
that's all I remember.
(Fuck you Sigmund Freud!!!! I blame it on Ben and Jerry!)
So, anyway, we snarfed down a tub o' New York Super Fudge Chunk while watching History of the World, Part 1, then went to bed. I had the following dream, which may or may not be the ice cream's fault, but the blame has to go somewhere...:
At first I was watching television, which I remember thinking was odd, since we don't have one; the dream grabbed hold of me at that point, refusing to let any lucidity interfere with the pageant of weirdness it was about to put me through. The show that was on was some sort of Happy Days anniversary special, with all of the cast participating in some sort of elimination round Survivor/American Idol thing. Viewers were calling in to vote on their favorite character, and the losers were to be voted off the stage. Fonzi, however, wasn't williing to let fate decide, and was surreptitiously bumping off other cast members. After knocking Richie and Arnold off of the stage into a sub-basement full of wiring and machinery (don't ask me how the sub-basement was opened - the Fonz has his ways...), Fonzi was, naturally, the winner. Then, it got weird. It turns out that the show's producers had decided that Henry Winkler was too old ('who wants to watch a fifty year old guy hitting on chicks?'), and so had cast a very young (i would say around 20) Pierce Brosnan to be Fonzi for the show. His closing number, which was sort of his reward for winning, was a solo rendition of Sweet Transvestite from the Rocky Horror Picture show, which he sang doing his best Billy Idol impression. He was also wearing leather pants....
that's all I remember.
(Fuck you Sigmund Freud!!!! I blame it on Ben and Jerry!)
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