Guest post: Another of Sarah's dreams.

This dream comes to us from the brain of my friend Sarah:

Cuba Gooding Jr., Anthony Hopkins, and myself were filming The Silence of the Lambs. The only thing was, I was legitimately scared of Anthony Hopkins--I couldn't separate him from Hannibal Lecter. There was a scene in which Anthony Hopkins (as Hannibal Lecter) was bludgeoning Cuba Gooding Jr. in the head over and over again, and I remember I walked through the scene, sneaking past, and hoping Anthony Hopkins wouldn't spot me, and I was legitimately scared. Anthony Hopkins also couldn't separate himself from Hannibal, because he started to stalk Cuba Gooding Jr. when we weren't filming. After filming, I went to where Cuba Gooding Jr. works as a bartender when he's not acting, and pulled him off to the side to warn him about Anthony Hopkins. I said, "I just wanted to warn you about--" and Cuba Gooding Jr. cut me off and said, "--him?" and pointed to where Anthony Hopkins was sitting at the bar, his hair sticking up and looking all sorts of crazy, and a psychotic smile on his face. Then, I woke up.

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Sarah had this dream last night, after watching the Silence of the Lambs and an Oscar flashback of Cuba Gooding Jr.'s acceptance speech for Jerry Maguire. Check out her blog here.

One tire destroys my car.

I pulled into the parking lot, put my SUV in park and got out of the vehicle. I walked toward a building, but on the way, I heard something horrible.

BOOM.

I turned back toward the car to see what had happened. One of my tires had exploded, and in the process, shattered the windshield and landed on the passenger's seat, still in one piece but shredded.

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night. Oddly enough, I woke up today to find that I had a nearly flat tire. So I spent some time at Goodyear getting it fixed. [Insert Twilight Zone theme song!] And in real life, I don't drive an SUV.

There are unique birds in my life.

A parrott named Cooper walked up to me and, much like a domesticated feline, rubbed against my leg.

Quickly, I learned that Cooper is known for being really good at acting like a cat. So good that for the entirety of the time I spent in his presence, one thought repeated in my head:

"I am so sure Cooper is a cat, but he really looks like a parrot."

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night.

My friend's baby has got to be kidding me.

A friend of mine (we'll call her Gabby) adopted an asthmatic baby girl.

The time came for the baby to do the Nebulizer. So Gabby set up the machine and held the naked baby for the treatment, during which the baby pooped on my right leg.

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night. Seriously, brain?

I come up with creative names for my friends' kids and pets.

Upon finding out a friend needed name ideas for a kid or a pet, I offered a suggestion:

"Why don't you name it 'Sir Madam'?"

Then, I woke up.

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Had this dream last night. It's a little vague because I don't remember which friend or whether he or she needed to name a kid or a pet, but I do know I definitely liked the name Sir Madam.

NKOTB gets in the way.

I walked through the mall and up to a camera store.

Inside, a colleague of mine who's a photographer prepared to give a talk on photography. He set up tripods and cameras. When a crowd formed in front of him, he started to speak. But after the New Kids on the Block came in, attendees were distracted. The crowd wandered off. And the photographer was pissed.

Then, I woke up.





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Had this dream last night.