#89 “I hit every move perfectly…”

I was in a long line, and people were nervous. There was constant chatter. People were saying things like “He probably judges so hard”, and “I didn’t even see him”. I was the last one in line, and I was wearing slippers. After a long wait, everyone had left and at the end of the line was a lady sitting in a chair, and a bright blue vintage car right next to her. But I realized the car wasn’t vintage, the year was 1981. She got up, and started to dance. And I followed. Still dancing, she led me over to the car and hopped on top of it continuing to dance. I realized that this was an audition, for “the girlfriend” in a music video. I hit every move perfectly, and while still following her dance moves on top of the car a light caught the corner of my eye. There was a door, and past that door was a man. He had people surrounding him, they were putting his jacket on for him. Suddenly he walked out. The lady got on top of the car, and told me to wait for him, because she wanted to see how I’d react, if i was ready for the role. I laid there on top of the car, only to have a young, African American man jump on top of the car. He held my hand. He told me he was working on his new album, Thriller, and that he had just found the perfect girl for the music video. I woke up.

 

by Scott Donaldson Illustration by Scott Donaldson

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#88 “I’m ready to go”

by Scott Donaldson

Editor’s note: Hello all. We’re going to try to get a dream (and illustration) to you every week. Keep sending them in!  Illustration by Scott Donaldson

Jack Black and I were walking onto the street. There was a rally of goth Armageddonists that were talking about how the end was coming on Tuesday, and that’s when everyone would pay for their sins. They were in military uniforms, and they had on hats that looked like the heads of buffalo, which kind of reminded me of the beasts from Where the Wild Things Are. Jack and I decided to get out of there as quickly as we could before they started to turn on the people around them. As we walked into a bar, I saw something giant emerge and the ground started to shake. Jack just continued to walk in but I ran around to the back of the bar. As buildings were being crushed and people were screaming, I ran in and found Jack sitting on a chair calmly. I asked why he wasn’t scared and he said “I’m ready to go”. The front of the building began to be crushed by the giant whatever-it-was, and I ran to the back of the building, where the door was open. Through the window I could see nothing but dust in the air and silhouettes of running bodies fall to the ground and become lifeless. That’s when something hit me in the head and I went unconscious.

The dream didn’t end there though. I was awoken when I was being shaken by a talking rabbit. He explained to me that it had been the final judgment and now we had to get to the train. He said that only a couple million people were left. I’m assuming the train was going to Heaven. We got on the train and took our seats. There was a mixture of mostly children and fluffy, cartoonish animals on this train. I’m an adult so I wondered to myself why I was still worthy of Heaven if most adults weren’t, judging by the demographic of the train car. The animals didn’t even cross my mind. As the train began to move, waiters came by and handed us menus without saying anything. It had every food on it imaginable. As each person asked for something, it would just appear in the waiters’ hands, and the waiter would hand it to them without even looking. One girl then said “I’ll have one of everything on the menu”. The waiter did look at this girl and everyone went silent. At this point the little girl disappeared. At this point I woke up without knowing if the train was actually going to Heaven.

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