the dream becky has terrible taste in men
Mr. X (artist's rendering)
Thursday night’s dream: I encountered Mr. X (someone with whom, in real life, I had an extended and passionate dalliance during our younger days, and who I haven’t seen nor talked to in years). I knew he was now married but I went back to his place anyway. Our tryst was interrupted by his wife, who walked in on us — with the cast and crew of “Extreme Home Makeover” in tow. My shame was filmed and broadcast by the ABC network.
Oliver Reed, actor, 1938-1999
Friday night’s dream: I was married to Oliver Reed. I knew he intended to divorce me, so I spent the dream evading him in our giant mansion, as if my absence would cause him to give up on the divorce silliness.
Mick Jagger, singer, Rolling Stones
Saturday night’s dream: I was mingling with guests at my wedding to Mick Jagger. Before the ceremony, I ran into Oliver Reed, to whom I laughingly told about my dream of the previous night — how I was married to him, and was hiding from him to avoid being divorced. He grimaced and left before I could finish my story. It turned out that he went directly to Mick and related my dream. Mick then found me, pulled me aside and said that the dream was a dealbreaker — no wedding for us. I was not terribly upset — in fact, I remember thinking “I wonder if Oliver’s single?”
Update: Did my dream inspire Cardiogirl’s dream?
What an awesome mini-series type dream sequence spanning over three nights. I would kill to have those sorts of dreams.
Were the sets and costumes nice as well?
SUCH a good question, C-girl! My dream-mansions tend to be the same. Dark wood everywhere, creaky and kind of old-fashioned with many floors and hidden rooms and staircases and stained glass. Very old-San Francisco-Victorian. So, I suppose the sets are nice but they’re very one-note. And very tired to walk up and down all those stairs when evading one’s divorce-seeking husband.
Costumes, no idea. I would LOVE to report that Oliver was wearing his Musketeer costume from the life-changing (to me) “3 Musketeers” (1973), but no. Mick, extra-unfortunately, was in his mid-80’s jackets with the pushed-up sleeves look. Boo.
I’m hoping Tristy weighs in on this post, as she might be able to cast more insight on what my brain’s trying to tell me (apart from “I PICK SUCKY MEN”)