I Had A Dream
For those of you expecting to find something inspirational or at all related to Dr. King…I’m sorry. This really is mostly just about how I had a dream a few nights ago. I waited to write about it because it took me a couple of days to really think out what I wanted to say about it. But, let’s not get ahead of ourselves! First, the dream: [insert wavy dream sequence effect here]
I find myself walking into a club, past the velvet rope, into some kind of private function. The sense that these are actors, that they are dressed well, as am I (I do look good in a tux, if I do say so myself) leads me to believe that this is some kind of awards show after-party. None of the faces were really clear, so I can’t say who all was at my dream party. Well, that’s not entirely true… some amalgamation of people was off to my left which represented the cast of Glee… … … the bar was to my right! As I recall my dream, I was about to make my way to the bar when a “louder than the general murmur of people talking” laugh caught my attention. I turn to look and my eyes focus in on Naya Rivera! I remember dreaming her in a red gown…a form fitting, off the shoulder number… I blame that on The Hunger Games… the book, not the movie, I had just finished reading it, and all that stuff was still fresh in my head. But I digress. As I was saying, I saw her, she was laughing, a great smile all across her face. And I was hooked! Now, I’ve gotta say, I don’t really watch Glee…I’ve seen a couple of the songs on youtube, and while I don’t deny that there’s a level of talent there, it’s just not my jam. But I’m aware of the program, and I’m particularly aware of her being the best looking one on the show (IM not so HO). So I walk over and this is the exchange that takes place between the two of us:
That’s where I wake up! It’s a nice little dream! But don’t get it twisted, I’m well aware that it’ll never ever happen! Wealthy as I am, I don’t see myself being in California anytime soon. Nor do I think I’d be invited to some fancy schmancy Hollywood type party! Even if I did and I were, I know it wouldn’t go down like that! Here’s how it would likely happen in reality!
I’m not saying I wouldn’t be personable if somebody came up to me! I’ve met Kevin Bacon and Ric Flair and the wife of a candidate for the Republican nomination for Presiden turned talk show host (the candidate, not the wife) and not been star struck. There’s no reason to believe that I couldn’t carry on a conversation with NPH or Jimmy Fallon or Tina Fey or Olivia Munn or some such person or persons if they approached me. But I know good and well, I’m not the type to initiate those encounters. It’s not that I’m terribly shy… I mean, I share stuff with y’all that I don’t generally tell people about. And yes, that may be in part because I am afforded a degree of anonimity by the internet… combined with my own ability to believe that nobody is actually reading this stuff.
So, not “shy”! “Reserved”, I think would be a better way of describing me in public. I do spend a fair amount of time observing…and there’s something distasteful about expending a great deal of effort to engage in ultimately fruitless conversation just for the sake of being personable! Besides, I’ve only got so many minutes on my cell phone plan to spend talking about…whatever! Not to mention, between this and twitter, I can tell and show and share just about everything I would if we were in the same place at the same time. I’m not saying that reading my blog is the same as meeting me…but it’s damn close. I don’t lie to y’all, and Lord knows it’s random enough to preclude me doing all this just to push some kind of agenda!
At any rate! No question attached, no asking for your opinions in the comments! Just saying, I had this dream a few nights ago, figured I’d share it, and some of the stuff it made me think about!
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