2 posts tagged “steve martin”

Last night I dreamed that I was watching Steve Martin walk through a mall doing a bit about a lost purse. It was amusing stuff made all the funnier because no one else seemed to recognize him. I approached him and we began talking about movies and I noticed a three-ring binder that he was carrying that seemed to be made of wood with a bird of some sort carved into the front cover. It startled me, I tell him, because I had created a binder just like that one but had misplaced it years ago. He tells me that he doesn't remember where he found it, but it is now the binder in which he keeps all of his most sacred ideas. The next thing I know we're sitting in a restaurant, flipping through the binder and discussing a new idea that he's working on and I'm asked to help him. For some reason, I can't recall now, I got up and went outside as this amazing storm rolled across the sky. The clouds seemed to tumble over each other like an avalanche, everything getting darker and darker as the winds kicked up. Somewhere in my mind I remind myself that storms in dreams signify change. I went back inside, excited for the new changes that were headed my way that Steve and I were good chums and somehow managed to spill soda all over the table, which I tried to clean up while Steve wasn't looking...

And then I woke up.

I don't dream about celebrities a lot. In fact, I would say that other than Steve Martin, I have had very few dreams about celebrities. But for some reason, Steve pops up again and again. It's not surprising really. He something of a role model, I guess. But the dreams are almost always the same. Or rather, the plot of the dreams is always the same, since the settings are different each time. But in these dreams, I wind up seeing Steve somewhere, I introduce myself and begin chatting about writing or movies or what have you and before long we are laughing and carrying on like old friends. Then I wake up. At first I'm excited by the dream, but slowly a sense of sadness creeps into my heart as I realize that the excitement I felt wasn't real, but a dream and I am not best friends with Steve Martin.

Theater of the subconscience. But what do they mean? I suppose they mean whatever I want them to mean, but I wish there was some hard and fast rule on this. With my luck though, it would be something like, "Dreams don't mean anything. They are a series of electronic pulses in the brain designed to relieve stress while our bodies recharge for the next day." That would just take all the fun out of it. All the magic. That feeling that our dreams are trying to tell us something about ourselves. Maybe a glimpse into the future or a warning.

So the storm forbodes change. I did recently request that my hours be reduced at the law firm so that I could spend more time writing and taking photographs. And Steve Martin is someone I look up to. Someone I aspire to be like. So maybe he was me in the dream. A future me, if you will. And that's the reason I feel like I know him so well.

OR

Maybe I am destined to meet him and my subconscience is just trying to prepare me so I don't act like a total spaz when it finally happens.

OR

Maybe I shouldn't have drank a bunch of cider on an empty stomach and then chased it down with a couple of slices of cheddar cheese.

I'm going to go with the first scenario. But my fingers are crossed for number two.

P.S. If you're looking for a good flick to check out soon, go see Hot Fuzz. Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright know how to make a damn funny, smart, entertaining movie.

Last night...I had a dream that I was playing cribbage with Steve Martin.