Dream a Little Dream of Scotty’s Lost Cheese
I had one of those dreams the other night where you wake up but you’re still in the dream. I’m not sure that’s ever happened to me before, and I’m sure it only did now because I saw it in a move the day before. I’d watched ‘Hugo’ and this happens to the title character; he wakes up from a dream only to get scared again and wake up from this second dream. At the time I thought, ‘Does this ever really happen?’ I thought it was just some cheap horror movie maneuver. Apparently it’s a thing.
I’d fallen back to sleep after my alarm went off, but dreaming I got up and went into the bathroom to shower, the while debating whether I should shower and the make coffee or put the coffee on and then shower—no, that doesn’t matter at all, I’m out of coffee. Nightmare in itself. Now I realize I need to shower quickly so I’ll have time to stop for some on my way to work. But as the shower heated up and I got undressed I woke up, back on the couch, my alarm going off again. Yeah, I sleep on a couch.
Now that I was wide awake for real this time, I headed for the bathroom, coffee or shower/shower or coffee—damn, out of coffee, blahblahblah.
Only this time, I open my bathroom door and the light are already on, the room already filled with steam from someone having just taken a blisteringly hot shower.
Also, James Doohan is standing in front of the sink with a pink towel wrapped around him, his hand reaching up to open the medicine cabinet. He turns to me with a big smile on his face, and says, “Good morning laddie, where do you keep your cheese?”
This was completely normal.
I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t have any cheese in here.”
He shrugged, disappointed but still cheerful, and went back to his morning routine sans cheese.
Then my last alarm went off, waking up for good this time, instead of shuttling me into another dream. Unfortunately, when I walked through the kitchen on my way to shower, I found my roommate ironing in a pair of green briefs that were probably old enough to have children of their own by now, and I briefly I wondered why I couldn’t live with James Doohan instead?
Posted on December 15, 2012, in Nightmares, and Other Sordid Slumberous Points of Contention, Personal and tagged cheese, dream within dream, Hugo Cabret, James Doohan. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.