In My Brain While Sleeping… “Scorsese Can’t Save Me!”

Update: I originally pulled this because I didn’t like the ending, but my sister Becky had a dream end the same way for a week prior to mine, so it’s back for the weirdness of that.

Last night’s dream session was a doozy.  It all began with me attending the brand new arena for the Colorado Avalanche; they were playing the Red Wings.  But this was the new and enhanced version of hockey.  The rink was squared, and there were goals at each wall – so two goaltenders per team.

As I made my way around the extravagant facilities, with the wide aisles, plush seats, carpeting, and fine dining.  I came upon three of my friends, who incidentally wore the same long-sleeve polo shirt with one-inch green and navy blue stripes.  I mocked them for matching, but the third friend swore his wasn’t the same… it was green and black stripes.

No one had noticed the accessory on my face – a bull nose ring.  Rather than the ring being pierced through the flesh that keeps me from having one giant nostril (imagine that!), it was a metal clamp that was held together by a screw that went through my lip.

As I mingled with the masses, which included celebrities, the nose ring somehow came unattached and slipped into my mouth.  It got lodged in my throat, so I hurried to the bathroom so I could hack it out.

In the marble and gold encrusted expanse that was the unisex bathroom, I politely tried to cough the ring out.  Men and women were coming and going (no puns intended folks).  Slowly but surely, the place emptied out.  Even the bubble bath bathers were leaving.  Once alone, I coughed up a storm (why I waited, I have have no idea… I must not have been choking since it was a ring).

Finally, I got it out and tried to figure out how to get the thing back on.  Marty Scorsese came in at that point and we had some idle chit-chat in front of the mirrors.  Another guy came in and brandished a gun.  First, he pointed it at Scorsese, but then he aimed at me.  I remember turning and the bullet struck me behind the ear on the left side of the head.  I fell back and felt the warm spilling out my neck as Marty stood over me, telling me he missed.

Then I woke up.  Must have been that taco salad I ate last night after watching the Wings game.  And I think I might coming down with a cold since my nose is runny and my throat is scratchy…  Oh, and I can’t take Thursdays anymore without my “30 Rock” fix!  I miss Tina Fey.  I love everything she does… even those commercials…

Wahlberg to Bring Moderate Payne to Samberg

I didn’t want to do another video post, but this I couldn’t pass up.

Not really knowing the man Mark Wahlberg (obviously), I would think someone who became famous because his brother was in a boy band (“Oh-oh-ohoho!”) would have a sense of humor.  Guess not…

(Watch Andy Samberg’s entire skit here.  From IDLYITW.)