As if you needed further proof that my brain just does not shut down - even when I'm sleeping - I have been having some wacky dreams lately. Often two the same night. I've been visited during the night by celebrities, strangers, and people I grew up with but haven't seen or thought about in 23 years.
Oh sure, there are the common, everyday dreams that everyone has - like the one last week, in which I came off the bench to hit a few clutch baskets for the Bulls in the seventh game of the Eastern Conference finals. But, unlike that one, most are completely unrealistic.
It could be that this new dream activity is related to the new herbal extract pills that I'm taking in an attempt to do something about those migraine headaches I wrote about a few weeks ago. I haven't read the little pamphlet that comes with the supplement to try to figure out what the possible side effects are, but I did look it up on Wikipedia, which is usually a pretty trustworthy source for Medical Information You Can Trust, and there was no mention of side effects, so I'm sure I'm in the clear.
Anyway, last night's dream was another winner.
For some reason, Juliette Binoche, the lovely French actress, was on the Late Show, sitting in the chair next to David Letterman. Like any good guest, she had a story to share with the TV viewing audience.
"We were driving through Europe in a Ford Fiesta," she began, before a man in the studio audience interrupted.
"That's like a Yugo!" the dream audience member shouted.
Juliette-in-my-dream, who I have never known to lose her temper, was not pleased.
"That's it. Fuck you all," she said. And she stormed off the set.
Anyone want to interpret that one?