Dream Writer Still On Strike

Last night I stayed up way too late watching season 4 of The Wire and then somewhere around 7 a.m. decided to try and catch a nap before work (smart!). For the record, I made it in to the office just before noon.

But first I had the most insane dream in which every single plot point came straight out of The Wire. I was rehashing everything that happened in my mind and turns out, my dream writer is a total hack. There was not one part that I didn’t immediately connect with something I had just watched a few hours before. What a total disappointment.

The best part was, in the dream I met this hot cop (not one of the characters from the show – at least my sleeping brain can imagine up an attractive guy without any help from television) named Jon Paul. And after flirting with me he gave me his business card. Then later in the dream I met his captain, through some retarded coincidence, and I was like, “Hey do you know this guy Jon Paul who works for you?” And the captain asked his last name. So, my dream brain, totally on the spot to make up a last name, pulls out his business card and I read it out loud: Jon Paul Jonpauldenber.

I shit you not. That’s the best I could do.

Even in the dream I said it sounded fake. I started to wonder if I had been totally played (which happens even in my dreams!) with a fake business card. Luckily I woke up (because my brain called “bullshit” on the whole story) and never found out.

I guess the point is I should stop working on that screenplay, seeing as I can’t even dream up an original idea. What’s next? The dream me adopts an adorable black kid to boost dream ratings? Go back to dream creative writing class, man.