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Weird dream
Sep. 30th, 2008 10:00 amLast night, I dreamt I was Harrison Ford.
Young Harrison Ford, like the age he was when he originally filmed the first Indiana Jones movies. I was at some kind of event to promote my new Tarzan movie, and was wearing basically a loincloth that still left most of my ass exposed. I was sitting at a table with my agent in a mostly deserted restaurant that you had to descend a set of metal stairs to get down to. I was pissed because my agent had gotten me to go to this thing by promising someone specific and important was going to be there, and not only was he not there, but pretty much no one was. After sitting around for an hour or two, I throw a hissy fit and stomped up the stairs to leave. Someone pointed out that I had a boil on my ass that you could see because the loincloth was too skimpy. I twisted around, and sure enough, I had the most massive and disgusting zit ever - red and swollen and multiple heads. (How did I sit down and not notice the incredible discomfort of this thing?) So I'm standing there on the catwalk in my loincloth, squeezing out pus from the giant zit on my ass, and the door swings open.
And there's hundreds of people with cameras standing outside the restaurant waiting for me. There's that moment of everyone freezing, not really believing what they're looking at. And then the flashbulbs start going off.
Then I woke up.
Young Harrison Ford, like the age he was when he originally filmed the first Indiana Jones movies. I was at some kind of event to promote my new Tarzan movie, and was wearing basically a loincloth that still left most of my ass exposed. I was sitting at a table with my agent in a mostly deserted restaurant that you had to descend a set of metal stairs to get down to. I was pissed because my agent had gotten me to go to this thing by promising someone specific and important was going to be there, and not only was he not there, but pretty much no one was. After sitting around for an hour or two, I throw a hissy fit and stomped up the stairs to leave. Someone pointed out that I had a boil on my ass that you could see because the loincloth was too skimpy. I twisted around, and sure enough, I had the most massive and disgusting zit ever - red and swollen and multiple heads. (How did I sit down and not notice the incredible discomfort of this thing?) So I'm standing there on the catwalk in my loincloth, squeezing out pus from the giant zit on my ass, and the door swings open.
And there's hundreds of people with cameras standing outside the restaurant waiting for me. There's that moment of everyone freezing, not really believing what they're looking at. And then the flashbulbs start going off.
Then I woke up.
