Stupid Little Dreamer

So apparently I’ve been hired to be a character on the last episode of Lost. I’ve had a dream like that before the show ended and I was afraid everyone (ie. the viewers) would hate me because I just kinda showed up Nikki and Paulo style.

Anyway, I’m given like the whole script to the final episode and four or five (probably four, lol) other little booklets that are like Lost handbooks, like, I dunno, “the rules” and stuff. And I think this is a little weird that they’re just letting me have all this stuff and I haven’t signed any sort of contract saying I won’t leak this stuff to everyone, so yeah.

So I remember talking to Jack and I feel like it was kind of like my backyard and he was standing on a table. I don’t remember what we talked about.

Then all us characters are walking through the sets, doing a semi-rehearsal. We’re in this dark, creepy room and there are chains on the wall and apparently there is going to be a ghost there saying some line over and over, and the director or some person like that tells us they don’t have anyone to do that yet, so if we can think of a character that would be good for that role, we should tell them. I thought Radzinsky would be good, but I don’t think I ever told anyone.

So then we were going through another scene and there was an older dude, who I presume was a character, telling us stuff and then he said something in Latin that sounded familiar and then we heard a voice from behind us, who was presumably translating this line: “don’t tell me what I can’t do”. But it was Terry O’Quinn and not Locke, and he was in a wheelchair. I guess he had been away for awhile, so everyone went to welcome him back I guess. Also, Widmore was with him (but it was Widmore and not Alan Dale, maybe only because I couldn’t remember his name at the time).

Then we were all at these tables, doing a table reading or whatever they call that, and I sat across from Kate, but stood up because I wasn’t sure if there were enough seats and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be there. But everyone seemed rather nice and inviting of me. This is where I got the script and booklets.

Then we were doing a scene which was sort of in my high school. We were running away from some people with guns and some of us ran into one place, I guess it was the gym, and then I noticed the elevator across from the gym and said we could go in there. So I was apparently able to decide what my character would do, but I knew I was going to die eventually. Once I got in the elevator, I saw that Sayid and Michael had followed me and I was like “aw, shit” because I knew that would be where I was going to die. I can also recall Shannon being in the elevator and she had dyed her hair a bit darker blonde with fake looking dark red streaks. Richard and Dan were also there and Sun and young Ben might have been. Hurley was there wearing a housecoat and we knew he was going to survive but would be crazy. He gave me a hug because I was going to die and said at least we had one scene together. Then there were all these dudes with guns in the elevator and us “good guys” were all in the middle (it was a big elevator) and I think we had guns too, but they fired first, and we were all supposed to flail around time-flash style and then fall to the ground. We did this a few times.

Then we were at some sort of premiere or something and everyone was dressed all nice and with their families and stuff, and I didn’t want to sit down at the front because I didn’t think I was important enough to be down there. Then I saw Dan, Charlotte, and Miles sitting near the top (but actually Jeremy, Rebecca, and Ken), far from everyone else and asked if I could sit with them and they said okay. I don’t know why they weren’t allowed to sit at the front. I was talking to them and trying to give them my phone number so they could call me, but I was trying to figure out what my cell phone number was but the numbers kept moving around and so instead I got them to tell me their numbers which seemed to work out much better. I remember forgetting what Ken’s real name was for a minute when I was trying to add him to my contact list. On the other hand, I couldn’t remember what Rebecca’s character’s name was. For some reason, Jeremy was telling me what his schedule was, I guess so I wouldn’t call at a bad time, and he said from 5 – 1 (PM to AM, I think), he would be wrestling, then from 1 – 2, watching “The Betty Show”, then from 2 – 3, watching another show, then from 3 – 5, sleeping. Umm. Yeah.

There was a big place, like um, an auditorium or concert type place. But it was narrow. Not like abnormally narrow, just like, I dunno, ten, twenty people across but like really long, so if you were at the back, it would be shit. I don’t know how far back I was, but I was back, and people kept telling me to go up further, and I’m like, um, okay, so I do, and I saw Jacob standing in the front row at the far left (looking from the back). So I’m up at the front and I see Richard and apparently he’s like the president or something, so maybe Jacob was vice-president, and isn’t that backwards? But there was like a big American flag, but I think he was like president of Mars.

I also invented the apostrophe.

So umm, my dreams are what happens to me after I’m dead? Or I am dead, and they happened to me a long time ago? Because I’m sitting here going.. well, you can’t see my impersonation of people flashing, but basically that’s how I feel trying to remember this dream.

So I’m at some place. I guess I’m with Desmond. There was some stuff that I don’t remember. Wait, I have this little tiny mp3 player or something and it has a piece stuck on it that isn’t supposed to be there, so we have to find some way to get it off. Or something. But then there’s a hole in the ground and a thing sticking up from the ground a little ways away, so Desmond gets this rope and it going around the hole and the stick and making a big loop.

I get the feeling I don’t have to go in the hole, and in fact, no one does, but I do anyway. The hole leads to this flimsy walk way, cat walk thing, that leads to another building, but you have to slide on your belly. It had something to do with Locke. I had been on one of these before because apparently I was suicidal or just didn’t give a shit, but now I wasn’t, so I don’t know why I went on this one, but I was pretty scared. I went across and then came back and it all seemed kind of pointless.

Later I’m at some place and Jacob comes in on a giant float or something like Aladdin’s parade, I dunno. And he’s apparently on some home makeover show. And then he leaves.

Then I’m walking around and I’m at some really big house, which I guess is mine, and there’s a dog there, which I don’t think was Vincent, because I think it was black, but not my real dog either, because this dog was smart and I like gave it a hose and it went around and watered all the flowers.

Then there were these like four air-headed girls and someone who was someone standing on a deck outside this house, which was apparently now a TV studio, and they were discussing some sort of top music countdown thing, and number six (what a lame number) was an episode of some TV show because they couldn’t think of anything else and I was really disgusted because the list was of really shitty music. So I asked them how much input they had into the list and they said basically that Jacob decided it all, so I was like oh, well, there’s the guy I need to talk to.

So I’m now walking around again, and I’m apparently Sookie’s little sister from “True Blood” and my name is Aigee or something. And maybe this is when the dog thing happened.

Anyway, then I’m at a house which is really big and my family is staying at it for vacation. I’m kind of jealous because my brother’s room, which is downstairs, has it’s own bathroom. But apparently I get the whole upstairs to myself, which is where I’m having a party.

When you first come upstairs, the ceiling is really low, but then it opens up into a larger room. There were a bunch of balloons floating around by the ceiling. Hurley was standing around wanting to talk to me about something. I was checking out the room(s) and found a small one that someone had put a big tuba case inside, which I thought was a good idea, to keep it out of the way, and Hurley told me it was supposed to be there.

When I came out of the smaller room, someone started asking about food. I was kind of frustrated and didn’t really want to get any food and I kind of said this to them, like I didn’t care about it, and/or I was cheap. Maybe it was Claire asking, I dunno. But Claire was sitting on a couch and I told her she was in charge of the food. She was all like “no way” because she didn’t no what “Gordons” liked to eat, which is apparently Australian slang for Americans. She mentioned some really weird flavour of chips, something with milk in it, and I thought it sounded gross, but I said, well, whatever you think, if you want to get it, I’m sure someone will try it. Then I started naming off normal types of chips, barbeque, sour cream and onion, ketchup. I think she looked at me funny when I said ketchup chips, so I said it was a Canadian thing and to trust me and to get it.

I don’t quite get why this conversation was even going on at all, because Claire started naming off chips as well, and she mentioned salt and vinegar, and I said “great, I love salt and vinegar”, and then Richard, who was sitting beside her, pulls out a bag of salt and vinegar, and I’m like “look, Richard loves salt and vinegar too”, and then as we mentioned a type of chip, he would suddenly have it, so I don’t know why we needed to pick any types.

So this was some super detailed, epic LOST dream, that I sadly not hardly remember. At various times, I was myself or someone else.

There was this non-LOSTy bit at the beginning in some big large open field and people on horses, and there was some guy running/horsing away from a big group of people and then suddenly, over the hill there are some Indian dudes on horses and they say some words in some other language and the big group stops chasing him and he goes with the Indians.

Then I was at some house with my family and there was this very old woman there who apparently never leaves her house and we were sitting with her and we were supposed to ask her questions and I wanted to ask what she watches on TV, like does she watch the news and know what’s going on?, but I thought it seemed like a dumb question.

Then there was some bit at my house or somewhere and my family was having a party and there were all these people there I didn’t know and they were in the basement, in both rooms, and in the laundry room, there were a bunch of little dogs and cats.

So then I decided it was time for people to leave because it was like two in the morning so I went down to the computer room and there was a girl there named Candace is something like that and I don’t know how I knew her name but I’m like “okay, listen, no offence, but I don’t know who you are, you’re not one of my friends, I mean, like, do you even know *my* name?” and she’s like “Jenny” and I’m like “okay, well, yeah, that’s because it’s my house, but like, I don’t know you, so just leave”. And then my friend Alison was there and I’m like “see, I know you, so you can stay”.

And I went into the other room and was like “ALCOHOL!” and then I was like “lol just kidding, I want you all to get out” and did the whole little “if I don’t know you…” spiel again. So then I went upstairs and I’m like, when I come back down, I want you to be gone if I don’t know you.

I came back downstairs and everyone in the computer room was gone except for Alison, and most of the people in the other room were still there, but I knew them, except for one older guy and I told him it was okay because his son was there, even though I didn’t know his son. I mentioned to Alison how it was funny she was the only one in the one room and I think she was a little offended by it but I dunno.

So somehow I thought these dreams connected, but I forget how. Anyway, now I’m Miles and I’m in some dark room with movie theatre-like chairs, and I think Frank comes in and explains something to me, and Carlos from Desperate Housewives is there, and then Gabrielle comes in and I’m like “Gabby?!” and i dunno, that was weird.

So something must have happened, like some big terrible thing that probably killed and/or injured a bunch of us, us being the LOST people and myself. Anyway, there were two groups, the “good” group and the “evil” group. Or maybe “heroes” and “villians”, because I was watching Survivor last night. So I was with the bad group and I can remember Kate, Sayid, Sun (possibly Jin), Frank, Dan, and Miles being there. I thought Sawyer would be there, but later I realized he was with the “good” group with Jack, Hurley, and Charlotte (and presumably anyone else I haven’t mentioned; I don’t remember seeing Locke, but I think he was in the “good” group), and I remember commenting to someone that if Hurley was in the “bad” group, he would be like crazy awesome evil. I know Ben and Widmore showed up, but could never figure out if they were good or bad or what.

So, us bad people are all in this big room with computers and we have to figure out some combination of numbers or something, probably to save the world or something. So someone, maybe Widmore, puts me in charge and I’m supposed to get the numbers from the rest of the people in the room, so I’m like “okay, what’s the first number?” and the Widmore guy gets pissed and he’s like “you can’t do it like that” so then I’m like to the guy next to me, who turns out to be this guy I know named Ryan, I’m like “what’s the first number?” and he points to the guy next to him and is kinda like “pass”, and that guy does the same and I’m like “damnit! just give me the number!” and no one really wanted to give any numbers because if they were wrong then they’d cause our total destruction or something.

So then there were boxes on the computer for each number and they were different colours and I’m like “okay, who can give me the red numbers?” and finally someone did, I think it was a black woman in front of me and I called her “Bernese” and she corrected me like “Ber-NEWS” and she may have been Rose, and “Bernese” sounds like Bernard so I dunno. Then for the next set of numbers I asked this guy I know a few rows behind me named Mason.

So (so so so!) at first, I think I wasn’t sure if I was me or not, and I was kind of jumping around through different people’s consciousnesses and we all had our names on the computers with some nickname and at one point I was/saw Dan and it said “Earless Dan” and I was like “awwww!” because in that whatever bad disaster that happened earlier, I guess he lost his ears. And then I did see one computer that said something Jenny on it, so I knew I was actually there.

So eventually I guess we got all the numbers and there was this one guy who was freaking out because his numbers weren’t matching up and it was a lot of 11111s and 0000s and I was trying to calm him down, but then time ran out for figuring out the numbers or whatever, and we obviously did it wrong and then a bunch of people were like “yeah, my numbers weren’t matching up” and it was really terrible, but I don’t know what happened after that. I think there was something we were all sitting in our chairs and or wait, on a plane?, and it was crashing, and someone was like telling us to sit back with our backs against the chairs, and I didn’t think that made any sense, but I was like shit, because my chair didn’t have a back, so I lied down on the floor, and then I don’t know what.

So us “bad” group people were in this crazy like Star Trek-esque secret lair place trying to escape and there were all these other people there working for Widmore or whoever had captured us. I remember a bit on these two elevators, but then were more like big open platforms that would bring people up and down, and one person was about the throw Sun off of one.

I can remember a bit where I was in a small room with Ben and/or Widmore and/or important people and I was Richard/Richard’s consciousness and I was like all-knowing so I was like “lol I know what’s gonna happen” and the other guys thought I was weird and then I noticed I was wearing a really nerdy looking sweater and I’m like “I’m smart lol!”.

At times, I was completely seperate from the whole thing, like I was watching it on TV, and I was sad because it was the last season, but then I remembered there was a spinoff called “The Hostiles” or something so it was all okay.

So then eventually I was more myself for most of the dream or could randomly decide who I would be based on the situation, and I remember going to Ben’s apartment which was on like the 139th floor for some reason, which is super dumb, because what the hell is 139? And Ben was very pathetic for some reason, like he was maybe working for Widmore or something.

I can’t really remember much more, except I was totally in love with Dan the whole time, and partway through I’m like, “hmm, that’s kind of random” but then I was like, well, he is a hot super genius, so I guess it makes sense. But then I realized, well, shit, he loves Charlotte, but we didn’t see much of her, ’cause she was in the “good” group, so that was okay.

And now, it’s been about an hour since any of this “happened”, so I’m about out of remembering anything. But it was a very epic dream, that I was sure of.

I only just remembered this dream while I was walking to my last class, so I am very fuzzy on the details.

I guess I was on Fantasy Island or I was talking to a group of people, who may have included my family, and we were discussing “Fantasy Island”.

Later, I’m standing next to Mr. Roarke with the aforementioned people apparently giving him a hard time now, asking about the island. I got really defensive and I was all “what the FUCK is your problem with Fantasy Island? You got a question about Fantasy Island — you can ask ME!”. Mr. Roarke and my parents smiled at me (for protecting the island or something lame like that) and then I like bent down a little bit, so I would appear shorter, like I was Tattoo, and everyone laughed, and I think I apologized to Mr. Roarke because I didn’t want him to think I was making fun of Tattoo.