Dreammaking: How Nightmares are Made

AE and Lindsay "My uncle cheats 9/11 survivors out of money" Lohan are slated to star in a movie together. My private message to AE: Look what Hep C did to Pamela Anderson.

Dreammaking: The Process

Ok so before I detail my dream from last night, let me tell you what I DID last night...so you can see how my subconcious works. I met with my sister and sole surviving grandparent and went to go see Thank You for Smoking at The Bridge. While I was watching the film, amongst the myriad thoughts I had which I will not burden you with, two would later become integral to my dream later that evening. The first thought was of course, my old mantra..."Aaron Eckhart is so handsome, why did he have to leave us Mormon chicks so desolate?" The second was a pretty typical judgement on my part: "Boy, who cast that actress as his ex-wife, she is certainly no looker!"

So after the movie was over, and the Phish Food consumption was over, and I dropped my Gram at home, and then my sister...and made my way down PCH for the second time that day...I ended my day with a late-night episode of Sex and the City. It was one I had seen before, where the chick that dated Aidan after Carrie gives Carrie a really judgemental look...and they keep on bumping into eachother. Frankly, I think Carrie deserves it. She was really selfish and plain crazy the second time she ended it with Aidan. The only thing that kept me coming back to the show at that point was the hope that the clothes would get better, and we all know that didn't happen until the final season. I will never get why she chose Big over Aidan when Aidan was so HOT the second time they got together. Well this particular episode took place right after Miranda had her baby...so she hadn't showered, was dressed in sweats with the greasy hair, whathave you.

So now we get to the dream: You all saw this coming, but of course AE was my boyfriend. Except I looked exactly like Cynthia Nixon in that ep, except with brown hair like I have. I never got how guys wanted to date her on the show...but I wasn't her, I just looked like her...so I still didn't get why he was interested, and I was kind of leery, because I was thinking that he wouldn't have the standards that I had. Well then I catch him wearing this tee shirt with some really sick stuff on it...and he's constantly looking in this pda. So as I'm about to confront him about the shirt, he says he wants to do a retinal scan of me and save the data in his pda. Basically he wants to upload porn into my brain via the PDA. I swear I am not this neurotic in real life, but I totally started running away from him and shreiking, "NO RETINAL SCANS!" "Keep away, PORN BOY!"...and then I woke up.