I dream that my sister is flying to New York to get a film degree. She’s got a new camera that is better than mine, I’m jealous as hell but I’m trying not to show it. I even teach her a trick for stabilizing a shot without a gimbal.
We get to her classroom for the intro lesson and the professor points me to the students’ seats because I’m carrying my own camera like always, but I shake my head and I go sit with the other relatives. The whole thing is so bittersweet.
I dream that I’m on a plane with a child. I’m accused of stealing some batteries but I didn’t. There’s a guard assigned to me. We stop in New York but don’t see any of it, only pictures. Renée Elise Goldsberry is there, she wants to be a model but doesn’t know how to use a camera, she tosses it up in the air and poses. When the camera splatters on the ground she buys another. I also meet Luke and Leia’s real mom, she’s a blonde Karen-like housewife who had a one night stand with Darth Vader.
I dream that I’m playing D&D with the Critical Role cast. We hear noises and a door slamming open, Matt looks sheepish. He says we gotta stop for today because a friend is coming over.
Maya Rudolph walks in with her assistant, acting like she owns the place. She calls me by my name (I’m honored she knows it) and tells me to keep my cat away because she’s afraid of it. I assure her I never let my cat out of the house.
“Gosh, I wish it was Christmas,” says Maya, “It should be Christmas every weekend.” I absolutely agree with her. She says we should all go on a New York shopping spree, she’ll pay. That’s a magnificent idea, but I need to run home to change first, will they wait for me?
In my bathroom at home I try to put on a pink sweater, but I’m so impatient I tear holes in it. Oh well, this old blue hoodie I’m wearing will have to do. I look in the mirror and see I’ve somehow grown a mullet, but there’s no time to fix that now. I’m putting my jacket on in a hurry, ready to leave, when my dad grabs a pair of scissors and cuts my hair. He’s given me a fairly good pixie cut in under two seconds, but now I’m covered in my own hair and I’m mad at him.
It’s too late, Maya and the others have already left on a plane. Apparently my cousin knows where they went, we track her down in a crowded village, we look up at her balcony and yell her first and last name…
I wake up, for a moment I’m devastated that I’m not actually gonna go shopping in New York.
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