As I told you all last week, I’m a ridiculously vivid dreamer. What’s more interesting is that most of the time my dreams involve celebrities. Again, ridiculous, but also uncontrollable.
This is what I dreamed last Wednesday, June 13th.
It all began in a familiar but not immediately identifiable place. Spaceship-like cars flew from skyscraper to skyscraper and there were no trees or plant life of any sort. It was just all-futuristic city all over the place.
When I described the setting to a friend—after I woke up, of course—he was able to immediately identify it as Coruscant, the Imperial Capital of the Republic in the first “Star Wars” movies. (I wouldn’t call myself a HUGE Star Wars fan but let’s just say I can tell the difference between a Wookie and an Ewok so it’s not that strange that I would dream the Coruscant setting.)
So anyway I’m zooming around Coruscant with an entourage of no memorable faces. We park our flying car on the platform of a skyscraper that is about as futuristic as it gets and find ourselves in the opulent art deco lobby of some sort of entertainment venue that reminds me of The Wiltern.
There were plenty of celebrities milling about the grand lobby. All three members of the “Vampire Diaries” love triangle were posing for pictures. Yet, strangely, there was no red carpet nor were there any photographers in sight. Beyoncé and Jay Z were there too, of course. They were sampling hors d’oeuvre from a Rosie-the-Robot-like waitress who very well could have been Rosie the Robot, so I’ll just go ahead and count that one as a celebrity sighting, too.
I wasn’t doing much interacting. I kinda stood back and took it all in: Thomas Haden Church morphing in a pile of sand just like his character in “Spiderman 3.” Lea Michele was clearing her throat. Carson the Butler from “Downton Abbey” shook his head in general disapproval of the crowd, which I just noticed also included members of my high school graduating class.
And then out of nowhere a flash-mob broke out into song: “Masquerade” from “Phantom of the Opera.” Suddenly, I noticed that Robert Pattinson was hovering over me.
I normally don’t think I would mind Robert anywhere in my vicinity, but I did this time because he was whisper-yelling “I will eat your neck” at me. It got louder. “I WILL EAT YOUR NECK!” Not cool.
I turned in a bid to escape Robert Pattinson and found myself facing Kristen Stewart’s lips locked with a guy from my high school named Trey. I just found out via some Facebook stalking that Trey is now a real-life baseball coach in Alabama in addition to being Kristen Stewart’s fake-life make-out partner in my dream. But as awesome as that all is I think Robert Pattinson might hate him now.