It's been months since I've actually remembered a dream. Now, two nights in a row, I remember.

Last night, my subconscious tried to make-up to me for the terrible dream I had Monday night. Oh, it was still a bad dream, but at least this time it had some star power in it.


In the dream, I'm at some huge, high-class party. If you know me well, you know this in itself is totally preposterous and nightmarish. I shun social gatherings.

Anyway, it occurs to me that I'm not here because I'm a socialite, I'm here because I'm Jamesetta Bond. I'm supposed to be protecting some one. I have no idea who this person is.
I'm talking to some lady whose telling me she absolutely loves the dress I'm wearing because it's so '80s. Only it isn't, because in the waking world it's some dress I saw in a catalog a couple weeks ago. Anyway, I finally realize who I am supposed to be protecting. It's some tall, blonde guy standing near me. He's wearing a white suit...a la John Travolta...with a black cord tied around his waist...think Jethro Bodine.

I'm still talking to the lady when John Cusack walks up to me. Only he's not an actor in my dream. He's an old friend I haven't seen for years. He and some other guy are also protecting Mr. White Suit. Oh yeah, Cusack hits on me. But I'm playin it cool.


Suddenly, Mr. White Suit screams out. He's been shot in the arm. Cusack starts clearing an exit way for us. I grab Mr. White Suit under his left arm and The Other Guy takes him by his right arm. Mr. White Suit is a total weeny. He's only been shot in the arm, but for some reason his legs no longer work. We have to drag him to safety.

We make it to some private room thinking we can escape to the alley through it. But the room is full of bad guys and we're trapped. The Other Guy stops holding Mr. White Suit and starts laying down some cover fire for us. The bad guys are poorly prepared, only one of them has a gun, but it's a machine gun. The Other Guy is shot down by the machine gun. It's now my job to take out the bad guys. Cusack takes Mr. White Suit to try to find and exit. I take a run at the bad guy with the machine gun and try to take him out with a flying side kick. The kick misses him. However, since this is a dream I get a do-over. It takes me two more tries before I eliminate him.

At this point, Cusack and Mr. White Suit are no longer in the room. Neither the bad guys nor I know how they were able to get out. The bad guys are no longer interested in me, they're trying to figure out how to find Mr. White Suit.

A big goon is guarding the back door, at first he doesn't want to let me leave, but I'm able to smooth-talk my way past him. So, I'm in the alley way. I decide I need to walk the perimeter of the building to find Cusack and Mr. White Suit. I think they may be up on the roof, so as I'm walking I'm calling out for them.

Two bums holding whiskey bottles approach me. They tell me I need to come with them. I ignore them and keep walking. One of the bums follows me and demands that I come with him. He pulls out a knife. So, I have to perform another flying side kick to get rid of this nuisance. This time the kick works on the first try.


I make it to the far side of the building, only to discover a garbage man convention is taking place. Unbeknownst to me, the garbage men know who I'm looking for. One of the garbage men tells me to hang around and then he walks over to an orange AMC Gremlin to talk to whomever is sitting in the car. I don't think this has anything to do with me, so I start walking again. At this point, I'm very worried, I have the feeling that if I don't find Cusack and Mr. White Suit soon then they will die.

I hear someone running up behind me. So I turn quickly, I'm thinking I'm going to have to unleash another deadly sidekick on one more poor bastard. But wait! It can't be, yes, it's Cusack. He reaches me and for some reason he spins me around until I fall on the ground. Then he asks me to run away with him and Mr. White Suit in his orange Gremlin.

I wake up.