You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.
We’ve all had dreams with odd circumstances, odd characters, and odd results. It’s part of being human- our subconscious likes to mess with us when we snooze. Dreams are sort of a depository for the random things that enter our skulls throughout the day. And when you take in a lot of pop culture, it’s bound to show up in your dreams. Here are some examples of dreams that I’ve had where movies and TV have forced their way into the equation.
I once had a dream where I was watching a movie that featured a teenage Iranian girl and Mel Gibson as a cartoon gerbil.
The movie was some kind of coming of age/sex comedy/drama thing, very much an independent film (despite the fact that it starred Mel Gibson). The Iranian girl had moved to the US and was troubled in high school. She was trying to talk her boyfriend into sex. Right before they had sex, the camera would cut to Mel the Gerbil (he was pink, by the way), and his neck would grow to five times the regular size. Basically, it was a hilarious erection reference. And then it’d cut back to the Iranian girl having sex with her boyfriend. You’re probably assuming that this had something to do with Mel’s movie, The Beaver. The truth is that I had this dream well before that movie was made.
Last winter, I dreamed that I had created Hugo from start to finish.
I had come up with the concept, the book, the screenplay, and everything else. And then Scorsese directed. Here’s the snag- my book and the screenplay were never actually written out in any traditional sense. I had written them in binary or something, with a bunch of zeroes and ones. I have never used binary in my life. All I know is that it’s something computer programmers use (or used to use). Also, the film had another name. I didn’t think Hugo was the right title for my binary movie. Unfortunately, I don’t remember and I didn’t write down the proper name in my dream.
I had a dream where I was sitting behind Steven Spielberg at a movie sometime during the 1990s.
Before the movie started, I asked him if he ever wished if he could have had a role in Back to the Future so he could use the time-traveling DeLorean to go back in time and make Back to the Future instead of just producing it. What I find most fascinating about this is that I wasn’t sitting behind Spielberg today, tomorrow, or yesterday. It was very specifically the 1990s. I don’t know how I identified the era.
In my dream, I somehow managed to attend a game at both Wrigley Field and Commiskey Park… at the same time.
Because of the difficulty of parking in Chicago, I had parked on top of the trestles in Chicago. The trestles had wooden slats placed atop them for people to park. I was with friends. When we all got out of my car to walk to the ballpark, Freddy Krueger reached up through the slats and tried to attack us, but I got away. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this dream. I went to Wrigley earlier this summer with my brothers, and I watched Freddy vs. Jason later that same week.
I once wandered onto the set of Roseanne in a dream.
Upon reading this, a few friends of mine will say “He’s finally telling the story!” And that’s because this is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had. I was lost in the woods. These weren’t just any woods. They were the magnificent, pine-filled forests of the upper midwest. Eventually, I saw a house in the distance, resting in a valley. I walked down to it, opened the door… and realized that I had walked into the house from Roseanne. It was seemingly empty. I walked around, looking for any sign of life. After a few minutes, I heard a rustling noise around a corner. With Hitchcockian suspense, I followed the noise, curious to find the source. Eventually, I arrived at an open door. I could see John Goodman (or Dan Connor, it’s not clear which role he was in). He was seated at a computer with his back turned to me. I inched closer and realized that he was watching porn… and pleasuring himself. When he inevitably heard me, he whipped his head around and yelled “Get the fuck out of my house!” Then I woke up, horrified.
There are a few discussion questions here. First, even though I think dreams are mostly meaningless, I’d love to hear some analysis of this stuff. What’s your take on my movie/tv dreams? Second, what movie dreams have you had?