I had an interesting dream last night…I was traveling to an airport in a limousine with my Dad and Henry Kissenger (but for some reason I called him “your Honor” - I might have mistaken him for Judge Rehnquist) and we kept passing by these terrible car accidents along the highway. Cars were on piled up on top of each other. People were hurt and mangled sitting on top of their cars, and quickly catching on fire due to the wind. In fact, the wind was so strong, it was blowing the limo up on two wheels until we flipped over into a ditch full of water. I somehow got out and got into an emergency vehicle headed for the airport and took a flight home to Michigan. My Dad called me from the airport saying he had found a flight home, but by that time I had already gotten home and I told him “I’m cool, I’ll see you when you get here.”
That night my family had a party and I was DJ’ing (on my computer) in my bedroom for my friends Brandi, Travis and Catherine explaining my experience earlier that day. I kept saying that “I need to document this witness to tragedy on my weblog!” and that the song “Playground Love” by Air was in my head when the limo flipped over. Then I was paranoid that my Dad was going to think we were smoking pot in my room (which we were not doing…yet). Then I woke up.
I can’t help but think this dream was inspired by at least two things: The Levi’s commercial with Gael Garcia Bernal and last night’s episode of Six Feet Under. Simply amazing.
I was just listening to Air - Playground Love