My Wild Dreams (Part 2)

Hey everyone. If you haven’t checked out part 1 of my dreams, make sure you do. Anyway, as promised, here is part two of my blog.

This is a completely different dream than the other one. The Lou Diamond Phillips dream I had several years ago. This dream I just had a month or so back.

So, the dream starts off with me in my apartment. I live on the first floor of my complex. I am sitting in the front bedroom, working on the computer (See diagram).

I look out the window and notice an older looking gentleman sitting in a Silver Thunderbird (circa 1998) (actually it was more like a Ford Escort, but in my dream I recognized it as a Thunderbird). I just figure the guy lives in one of the apartments and go back to working on the computer.

After a short time, I look back out the window and notice the guy is still there. I walk up closer to window and I get a decent look at the man in the car. I know this guy. It’s, It’s, It’s……..

MARTIN MULL! (You may know him as Colonel Mustard from Clue [if not, go rent the movie. It's better than some asinine blog about actual dreams about semi-celebrities]).

So, Martin and I make eye contact. I wave to him and smiles back at me. I’m thinking, “Hey this guy is pretty nice. A lot better than the fucking Lou Diamond Phillips guy.”

He gets out of the car and starts coming towards my apartment. I notice that he is carrying a briefcase, but think nothing of it. Instead, I’m all giddy because I’m going to get to meet Martin Mull. I run over to my door in preparation for the man.

At this point, I am peering out the peephole of my door waiting for Martin to get to the door. Then I find out what Mr. Mull had in his briefcase…

A freakin’ Semi-Automatic Pistol!

Now he’s right at my door and he knows I am on the other side. He has the gun pointed right at the door. He has the idea the he will just shoot through the door and then just continue on his homicidal path.

Knowing my life is in hand, I have to make a quick decision. Should I dive into the kitchen or dive back to the front bedroom.

At this moment, time slows down until it has almost stopped. Martin Mull opens fire as I do a Hollywood action movie dive into the kitchen.

I take a second to take inventory. No blood, no pain, it looks like M.M. has completely missed me.

By the time I get to my feet and react, he is gone. All that is left the smoking holes in my front door and the tire tracks left from his tires.

There you have it, my second run-in with a celebrity. In retrospect, I think Lou Diamond Phillips was the nicer of the two. I mean he at least gave me the chance to fight. I’d have to say Martin Mull was a chicken shit. He was probably just worried I’d chuck some soda at him.

I can only wonder what B-level star will invade my slumber next; John Ashton? Alan Cumming? Ben Foster?

Only time will tell. One thing is for sure. Once I have that next dream, I will post it here for you to read about it. So, stay tuned.

My Wild Dreams (Part 1)

This is the first of a two-part blog, I guess this is to show people how weird my dreams are. Part 1 is a real dream I had that I have posted on other sites before and told numerous times before, so you likely have heard this one before. Part 2 is another real dream that I have had more recently and only one person has heard it so far. Without further ado, here is part 1.

 

It all started like a normal summer day. The guys (Gerald, Russ, Dan, Chris, Corey, and Jeff) and myself had just picked up some gyros and brought them back to Dan’s house.

We were all sitting around a folding table in Dan’s basement eating. In the middle of eating my gyro, I look up at the window well and something catches my eye. I write it off as nothing and focus my attention on the gyro in front of me. Then I notice something in the window well again. Now, there is a little girl sitting looking in through the window. Being the guy I am, I wave to the kid, and in usual little girl fashion, she flicks me off. So, I give the finger right back to her and she runs away. Yeah, I really showed her who is the boss (Outside of Alyssa Milano).

So, having dealt with that problem, I go back to the gyro. Then, I notice something in the corner of my eye again. I look up and the little girl has come back. Now I am all ticked off. As I’m getting up to do something about it, I see her waving someone over to her. She’s bringing her dad into this. Being as egotistical as I am, I figure I can take whatever little girlies dad can dish out. Then I look at him and realize…its Lou Diamond Phillips.

 

Yes, the star of La Bamba is this kid’s father. Once I figure out that he is who he is, he breaks the window and crawls in. At this point I notice that Gerald is choking on his gyro. Now I’m put in a position…do I fight Lou Diamond Phillips or do I save Gerry. Being the quick thinker I am, I say, “Dan, go give Gerald the Heimlich. I’m going to beat up Lou Diamond Phillips.”

So, it’s now a fight between the Diamond and me. The table is positioned in between us. I’m racing to figure out a way to beat him quickly. Then I realize that I can throw cans of Coke at him. I reach down and grab the first can and chuck it. As I’m throwing it, I notice that the can is empty. The Diamond brushes the blow off like it was…an empty can of Coke and keeps coming at me. So, I quickly grab another can of coke and throw it. This time I grabbed a full can. The can flies throw the air and I know that I’ve got him this time. The can smashes right into his forehead and LDP falls backward to the ground.

I’ve done it; I’ve knocked Lou Diamond Phillips out. Oh, and Gerald didn’t die, so I guess Dan did it to. And then I woke up.

 

Thus ends part 1 of my dream blogs. Tune in next week when I have a run-in with another semi-celebrity.