Matthew McConaughey learns a new skill.
Hot off the neurons: I dreamed that I was in Argentina. I somehow knew it was Argentina, but I'm fairly sure Argentina doesn't look like it did in my dream. It looked like Norway-or at least how I imagine Norway to look based on a visit to Sweden. So it probably, in fact, just looked like Sweden. There were fjords, that's all I know. I was walking with Stephanie on a high promontory overlooking a fjord. We were walking along a dirt road and we came upon a wagon that was parked along side the road. The truck it had been attached to was gone and the wagon was tilted up so we could see its bizarre cargo. There were three rows of nine heavy wicker baskets. Each basket was about three feet by two feet and completely filled with a big giant head with an ugly wrinkly face. I am pretty sure the image for the heads was pulled off whatever memories Spirited Away left in my head.
As I approached the heads, one of them opened its eyes and started mumbling. I couldn't hear what it was saying and I kept listening trying to understand it and completely failing even though I somehow knew it was just mumbled English.
The scene then changed entirely and I was now in a desert area near a café-some kind of truck stop like you might find in Nevada. Somehow I knew an atomic bomb was detonated here every ten minutes and the next blast was imminent. Large blast shields were erected all around the cafe and I knew I had to seek shelter behind one quickly. But, as I was running to the closest one, I saw a helpless cat wandering around. I dove towards the cat, and as I did it leaped up into the air to meet me. I grabbed the cat mid-air and stuffed him into my jacket before landing and rolling in the dust behind one of the shields just as the atomic bomb went off.
The event itself is sort of hazy. I don't think I dreamed about the actual explosion; I just sort of skipped through to a scene of dust and small fires littered around the desert. That was when I noticed Matthew McConaughey laying on a lawn chair. His hair and baseball cap were smoking from blast. He looked at me and shouted: "I just figured out the Andalusian Pantyfish Conjecture!" (With apologies too lord-whimsy.)
As I approached the heads, one of them opened its eyes and started mumbling. I couldn't hear what it was saying and I kept listening trying to understand it and completely failing even though I somehow knew it was just mumbled English.
The scene then changed entirely and I was now in a desert area near a café-some kind of truck stop like you might find in Nevada. Somehow I knew an atomic bomb was detonated here every ten minutes and the next blast was imminent. Large blast shields were erected all around the cafe and I knew I had to seek shelter behind one quickly. But, as I was running to the closest one, I saw a helpless cat wandering around. I dove towards the cat, and as I did it leaped up into the air to meet me. I grabbed the cat mid-air and stuffed him into my jacket before landing and rolling in the dust behind one of the shields just as the atomic bomb went off.
The event itself is sort of hazy. I don't think I dreamed about the actual explosion; I just sort of skipped through to a scene of dust and small fires littered around the desert. That was when I noticed Matthew McConaughey laying on a lawn chair. His hair and baseball cap were smoking from blast. He looked at me and shouted: "I just figured out the Andalusian Pantyfish Conjecture!" (With apologies too lord-whimsy.)