It's the AM and I'm sitting here at work thinking of my crazy dreams I've had the last few nights. I've noticed that on nights when I take ambien or melatonin my dreams are often stranger and more easy to remember. Since I know I'm not close to being alone in my inability to get sleep without being medicated, and others have incredibly bizarre dreams too, I bring you the (un)official dream thread. Oftentimes I'll lose details or absolutely everything about a dream within a few days, so this is as much me telling what happened as it is me trying to have a place to remember them.
Last night I had a dream that I was in a 2002 movie called "Good to Remember". I only know this information because somewhere in my dream I ended up looking at the IMDB page for it. Although it was supposedly a 2002 movie, it had a a late 80's, early 90's black "feel good" movie feel to it (ala "Lean On Me"). The movie was about me - a black boy named Hakeem - always getting into fights at my school, and my mentor-like principal's (played by James Earl Jones) struggle to get me to become a respectable young black person.
I actually remember more about the setting of my dream than I do what happened in it. This sucks, because the only real "scene" I can remember came at the end of the film where my principal - frustrated with my lack of progress - challenges me to box him outside in the school's courtyard. I don't know why, but the rules of the challenge were that I couldn't throw any punches at all and I would only win by having my principal fall down 5 times out of pure exhaustion as he swung at me.
After having him fall down 4 times without throwing a single punch, the fight turned into a Punch-Out!! third-person perspective and my principal put on these shiny, glittery silver gloves and boots to match. After successfully dodging every punch he threw at me, he suddenly grew a few feet taller and tried to stomp on me. But before he could put his foot down I, Hakeem, ran up and pushed my chest against the bottom of his silver boot and he fell backwards for a fifth - and final - time.
After the fifth knock down, he got up and laughed in a way that only James Earl does and put his arm around me as we walked back towards the school. Apparently this challenge was a lesson in teaching me to become a disciplined, non-violent black person not unlike the late, great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Somehow, James Earl Jone's character was a genius, because it actually worked. On our way back to the building, a white girl with a Chelsea Clinton face hit me with her backpack. Instead of retaliating, I just laughed knowingly along with James Earl Jones in that "ahh...white people" kind of way.
That was basically the end. Ever notice how a dream ends at just the right point, right up to the conclusion so long as you don't have an alarm turned on? Anyways, I'm sure there are 98792873 times crazier dreams so share please
