I’ve had a plethora of strange dreams leading up to the new year, but just as the memories of yesteryear have faded, so did those dreams by the time I (finally) woke up. This one stuck with me.
There was a party going on at a castle, and I was keeping the free drinks coming (of course). A volleyball game was starting in the pool, but it was packed to the gills (pun!), and my interest in playing was circling down the drain (pun?).
Sure, it was only over-filled to volley for complete pool possession (the winning side got to play), but I’d already made my way indoors. I found a doorway that lead to a small underground city. It was kind of like the old game Doom…
…but more medieval, like a Renaissance Festival.
I was creeped out by the panhandlers and the merchants, so I returned upstairs to hit the free bar again (of course). It was upon reaching the inner sanctum of the castle that I stumbled upon an authentic pub. Or at least it was like a hotel version of one.
All of the sudden, from a hidden door behind the bar, Betty White emerged, looking like a (foreign) assassin. Or I guess it could have been a foreign assassin disguised to look like Betty White.
She grabbed Anne Hathaway and ducked back into the door. As Aaron Eckhart pursued, I finished my drink and followed. We were back in the caverns, but they looked more like the tunnel that bridges (pun!) Detroit and Windsor, than the dingy dungeon from before.
Except there were copious amounts of bees and rats.
Aaron was terrified of the bees and rats and was ready to turn back, when a chain of shopping carts started to roll at him. He held onto a bar above us as long as possible, but then he gave in a rode on top of them. I ended up doing the same because I wanted to recreate the only good scene my favorite scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
I caught up with Aaron and we decided to look for Anne. Then I woke up.
DREAM INGREDIENTS: I’m not sure. But this is the second dream I’ve recently had involving one of the last surviving Golden Girls…