Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Damn It -- A Dream is Evanescent After All

So I woke up from my dream/nightmare with such vivid memories, and with such a state of wakefulness, that I knew I'd remember lots of details to report here.

Well, bullshit.  I forgot ninety percent of the details that I found so noteworthy at about 4:23 this morning.

So this is the dream as I remember it (without any waking elaboration) --  Newt Gingrich convinced me and my trusty pal the Mythical Monkey that I should debate with Gingrich the following proposition:

that I, mistermuleboy, should like -- and seek a friendship with --  a former paramour who I now find

distasteful. 

I was ready to argue the opposite view.  In fact, considering how my opinion of the woman (and myself) has evolved, it was going to be an easy debate.

As I think of her (from the comfort of my beach chair here in the Caribbean, iPad-typing and tea-drinking), she's the perfect pairing of the Charlize Theron character in Young Adult and the Nicole Kidman character in To Die For.

I think that the Mythical Monkey thinks less of her:  he was the first to raise To Die For, and he also links her to Clueless without the mild awakening at the end.  I'm sure that if he sees Young Adult, two things'll happen: recognition, and repulsion.





Anyway, I digress.

Newt Gingrich convinced me to debate, and the Mythical Monkey was along to watch.  Gleefully.  Writing the whole thing down.  I don't think at that point in my dream that the debate had taken shape, but the Mythical Monkey was there as some sort of journalist.  And mocker.



But during the debate, as I forcefully made my points (which I seem to recall were about how she makes me feel, rather than about any objective flaws), the Mythical Monkey started to loudly interrupt by telling all the world about some of her objective flaws.

And then Newt Gingrich started to rebut the Monkey, and the Monkey began loudly telling the [suddenly assembled] crowd the objective flaws and history of Newt Gingrich.


At which time the woman in question appeared, and the crowd started backing her and Newt Gingrich.  The crowd turned on the Mythical Monkey and Yours Mulely, and well

as the kids say, It Was On!

I now remember awakening with a feeling somewhere between Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) and BrownShirts in Nazi Germany.





And I awoke from this nightmare.




As some wag once said, I couldn't make this shit up.


I don't even want to try to figure out where this came from, or why this woman would reappear in a nightmare, or why I'm debating a shitbag like Gingrich in my dreams.


Anyway, I regret my infidelity, I regret my choice of focal point of an early midlife crisis, and I really regret


this dream.






1 comment:

Mythical Monkey said...

I was just thinking about Newt Gingrich the other day, on Who Am Us's blog, as a matter of fact:

Newt likes to think he's complicated, but in fact, he's very simple if you understand one thing: that in his own head, Newt believes himself to be The Emperor of the Moon. And as the sovereign head of a celestial body, reigning by the divine right of kings, the rules that apply to human beings and mere mortals don't apply to Newt. He is The Emperor of the Moon!

If you run everything he does and says through that filter, it all starts to make sense.


Actually, I will say this about the woman in question, that she'd probably make a fine mate for someone. Just not you.

Mitt Romney, maybe.

Which might be the chief problem with the Republican primaries this year.

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