I am very easily influenced, it seems, by media. If I read a book, I will be thinking about that book for the next two weeks. If I watch a TV show or a movie, chances are that it will somehow invade my dreams.
Case in point: Yesterday I watched Superbad (“McLovin! WHYYYYY, McLOVIN?!”). Sure, it’s a teenager movie, maybe, but it’s hilarious. HILARIOUS. Although maybe a little vulgar (I don’t care. I mean dude. Teenagers say the f-word and try to have sex. Really? That’s a surprise?). There’s one part where someone is talking about a “Blowjay”. Okay. Thats all you need to know about that.
Later on, I watched the concert video from Simon and Garfunkel’s Old Friends (2004) tour. Anyone who knows me knows of my minor obsession with Art Garfunkel. He always looks so very… happy… to be wherever he is. Also I often theorize as to what he might be hiding in his ‘fro. Anyway.
Last night, I was sweetly slumbering, and I had a very, very bizarre dream. In this dream, I was back at my hotel job, working the front desk. Apparently Artie was staying at the hotel. He called down once for me to send up some towels — fine. He was very polite about it. I sent up the towels. Next he called because there was a pigeon making noises outside his window. I went up to his room to scare away the pigeon, and there wasn’t a pigeon there. Art was there, looking happy, trying to sing along with the evening news on TV (he did the high parts). He thanked me for scaring the pigeon away. And then!!! “Miss,” said Art Garfunkel. “Would you please, when you get back downstairs, find someone to come up here and give me a blowjay? That would be fantastic. Thanks.”
I woke up right there from the shock. There was no way I could allow that dream to continue.
I now know that I must begin to censor my tv-watching before sleeping.
(not many ‘artistes’ would dress up as turkeys, no matter how much it padded their checking accounts, so we’ve gotta applaud old Paul for that one).
I was going along just fine – a chuckle here and a giggle there but then I got to the words “(he did the high parts)” and that did it. I burst out laughing possibly waking people across New York State. You’re killin’ me. LOL
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