that was interesting / late.night, talk.show, carson

[raisinbottom]

Took an hour-long nap on the couch. I know I was dreaming. There's a conversation or a strong thought running through my head where if I ever went on a late-night talk show (like Carson) I'd wear the same outfit every single time. Or each appearance I'd wear shirt that's a lighter shade than the last. After ten appearances or so, I'd be wearing a white shirt. After that I thought about sneaking a glass marijuana pipe onto Carson's desk.

I'm walking in the dream, keeping up this narrative when I'm backstage and heading towards an elevator. The door's not a typical elevator door, sliding in and out like Star Trek, but works on a central pivot. The door flops on its axis, allowing ingress and egress as it swivels. The elevator comes and goes before I'm near it. A motorcyclist zips along the hallway forcing me to hide in the elevator's doorway to avoid getting hit.

An elevator arrives again, I fall in like someone fumbling around for a secret door in a comedy-horror flick. To my right is a human male about eight feet tall and half as wide. He's wearing an oxygen tank along with other medical devices. He sits down hard next to me, almost falling atop me and I chew him out for being careless. Big fat cripple starts complaining at me, acting tough 'til I threaten to yank out his oxygen tube and fuck with his life support.

At this point I'm forced awake and the dream is very fresh in my head.