I know no one here is an expert, but I'm curious. I had this dream last night, and it's no more or less vivid than any other dream I've had, but for some reason, it's bothering me just because of the fact that it was so out of character for me.
Well, okay, for some reason, it's set in this local theatre, only the theatre is the size of an arena. I have no idea what the event is, but there are thousands of people in the stands. And I'm working there or something, I dunno, I'm just able to wander wherever I want for some reason. Well, there's a bunch of WWE guys who are hanging in this like VIP green room kinda thing, and I wanna try and play it cool so first I walk through like I'm just working, and then come back through and do the whole "Oh hey, you guys are" thing like I just noticed them, right? I couldn't tell you specifics of which ones they were, save one, just that I knew in the dream that's who they were.
So, they sort of like smile like "Okay, whatever," and for some reason, I am just desperate to get them to notice me, particularly Matt Hardy, who I have had a huge crush on since I started watching wrestling ten years ago. And I'm trying to play it cool and stuff, but, I'm just frantic for whatever reason for them to at least acknowledge me. And they mostly just blow me off except Matt, who just gets this look like holy crap what is the deal with this bitch. Kind of a sneering contempt, honestly. And I KNOW I'm being so annoying and obvious and yet I can't stop doing it. I keep walking through and asking if they need things, or just standing there like a dumb shit, and other stupid fan behaviors.
Yet, for all this, two things...I never once mention my wrestling background to them, which, you know, would give us a common ground and maybe make me seem not like some random moron standing there gawking. And then at the end of it my mom and sister show up in the audience, and they're watching me do all this and it's very obvious they're disapproving, and yet I'm still like throwing myself at these guys. And I can tell my mom and sister are kind of trying to call me away and come back with them, but I blow them off and just keep acting like a freaking idiot.
So, yeah. It doesn't seem like much, I'm sure, but the fact that I was acting so unlike myself, and getting so harshly responded to by people who I essentially consider a higher level of my peers, it's just bizarre. There's no new stresses or anything lately, nothing crazy. This just came out of nowhere.
Maybe a cigar is just a cigar, but then again, maybe someone else knows something I don't. Just another little bit for discussion, I suppose.
Well, okay, for some reason, it's set in this local theatre, only the theatre is the size of an arena. I have no idea what the event is, but there are thousands of people in the stands. And I'm working there or something, I dunno, I'm just able to wander wherever I want for some reason. Well, there's a bunch of WWE guys who are hanging in this like VIP green room kinda thing, and I wanna try and play it cool so first I walk through like I'm just working, and then come back through and do the whole "Oh hey, you guys are" thing like I just noticed them, right? I couldn't tell you specifics of which ones they were, save one, just that I knew in the dream that's who they were.
So, they sort of like smile like "Okay, whatever," and for some reason, I am just desperate to get them to notice me, particularly Matt Hardy, who I have had a huge crush on since I started watching wrestling ten years ago. And I'm trying to play it cool and stuff, but, I'm just frantic for whatever reason for them to at least acknowledge me. And they mostly just blow me off except Matt, who just gets this look like holy crap what is the deal with this bitch. Kind of a sneering contempt, honestly. And I KNOW I'm being so annoying and obvious and yet I can't stop doing it. I keep walking through and asking if they need things, or just standing there like a dumb shit, and other stupid fan behaviors.
Yet, for all this, two things...I never once mention my wrestling background to them, which, you know, would give us a common ground and maybe make me seem not like some random moron standing there gawking. And then at the end of it my mom and sister show up in the audience, and they're watching me do all this and it's very obvious they're disapproving, and yet I'm still like throwing myself at these guys. And I can tell my mom and sister are kind of trying to call me away and come back with them, but I blow them off and just keep acting like a freaking idiot.
So, yeah. It doesn't seem like much, I'm sure, but the fact that I was acting so unlike myself, and getting so harshly responded to by people who I essentially consider a higher level of my peers, it's just bizarre. There's no new stresses or anything lately, nothing crazy. This just came out of nowhere.
Maybe a cigar is just a cigar, but then again, maybe someone else knows something I don't. Just another little bit for discussion, I suppose.
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