not a beautiful or unique snowflake (nothings) wrote,
not a beautiful or unique snowflake

dream fragments

Me and a number of other guys had pulled off a heist. I was all full of myself and asked somebody (a woman?) if she wanted to see a lot of gold; then I took her into the secure back area where we were storing it before we divided it up. Then later the guys were there, and they were pissed that I had let somebody else see the gold.

I went with a woman to some kind of theatrical event. We sat down with some people we knew, and then it started. This guy wearing a fake beard came out and started singing some rollicking song. Everybody cheered and started rocking back and forth in time. I realized it was Robin Williams hosting Saturday Night Live, or rather, this was a skit from it, and this guy was recreating it, but I wasn't sure if it was really Robin Williams. A few seconds later, another guy came out dressed the same, with the same fake beard, and also pretended to sing it, so I realized they were just random people.

But then it was more like they were the physical accompaniment to an actual broadcast of SNL. We got to the time for the final skit, and someone announced it would be an animated short, and then (something I forget), and then a rebuttal from Stephen Soderbergh.

So then we see this background and somebody's hand moving around on it, adjusting things, and then the hand moves off and it starts animating. Music that's evocative of Mario starts up, ok, we're watching a hand-animated Mario parody. The main character hops around, jumps up a series of blocks, jumps towards this cylinder, but while he's in mid-air it turns into an evil plant and he dies when he lands in it. Second life, something different happened that I forget. Third life, something different happened that I forget. End of the faux-Mario cartoon. Then the second thing happened, but I don't remember what it was.

Some friends of the people I was sitting with came in, wandered around, and ended up sitting between me and the woman I was with, forcing us apart.

The Stephen Soderbergh rebuttal never came on.

Then I was walking along a street by some houses by the Chesapeake Bay, and this kinda girl came up to me and said hi, and she was sorry about everything--things had happened between us several years in the past. And I told her not to worry about it, it was all in the past. She said, good. We walked along together for a bit. I asked her how old she was anyway. She demurred. I told her not to worry, I wasn't going to try to date her. I just lost track of the years. She answered, intentionally vaguely, that she was a teenager.
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