Last night was one of those “I can’t wait to get to bed” nights. I was out past 3am, which according to daylight savings time was really 4am. The dreams I had in store for me all had to do with chasing, and well… they were good, bad, and ugly.
THE GOOD CHASE (CAREER)
Somehow I managed to get backstage at the Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien. There I met his four writers. That was all he had. That was all he could trust. After the show, he came back to meet me. One of the writer’s had suggested that he’d take me on board as a writer, based on this very blog you’re reading (there’s no humility in dreams, I guess). He said he’d take a chance on me, but first I’d have to pass a test. What happened next primarily included the four writers, Conan, and myself playing all kinds of picnic games in the park. I passed (whatever the test was… maybe to have fun?) and was acknowledged as a staff writer. I was nervous at first about creating new ideas, but once I started mixing it up by ad-libbing with the others, I knew I had found home.
THE BAD CHASE (GOSSIP STORY)
I don’t know if it was while I was working on the show or not, but there was a rumor going around that a musician did something bad. No one would say what the musician did, or who it was. After much deliberation (was I a gossip site reporter?), I found out it was Hayley Williams, lead singer of the rock band Paramore. I never found out what she did, though.
THE UGLY CHASE (DON’T LET HIM GET ME!)
Can I stop dreaming about this please?
BONUS: DOUCHEBAG CHACE