content warning: fictional-within-fictional bestiality.
Famous bit of internet humor by internet humorist Dril: “It is with a heavy heart that I must announce the celebs are at it again.” Classic. It’s not infrequent that I have celebrities appear in my dreams, but sometimes it’s so obvious. Last night before I went to bed I saw a photoset of Julianne Moore on tumblr, then in the night I dreamed I randomly met Julianne Moore. She was lounging on a lawn chair acting like a posh weirdo – on a grade to Maude Lebowski, but more low key and charming. I was like, “wow she’s like that in real life, wotta character.”
When I was much younger the celebs were mostly from the media I’d spent the most time with at that age: Star Trek: The Next Generation, The X-Files. I would be the characters or be with the characters pretty often. TNG had such an iconic cast. Fucken love those guys; cannot blame people for watching Picard, as bad as the reviews have been. I just ain’t payin’ for it or learning to pirate it myself.
The celebs don’t always fare well in my dreams. When I’ve been Fox Mulder or Dana Scully, it would sometimes be in conflict against monsters I could not hope to defeat – using a wimpy peashooter against a raging werewolf, that kinda shit. Of course, there’s when I was Ripley from Aliens and the queen alien gave me an abortion.
The worst case tho was from when I had my appendix out and was drifting through wakefulness and dreaming with vividness. Janet Jackson was in a music video where cheap special effects were used to make it look like she’d just given a wolf a blow job. The music came in and she bellowed the chorus, “Dog Sex! Why did you make me do this?”
In the dream, I thought to myself tsk, tsk, tsk. I can’t believe the things they’ll show on MTV these days. But then I awoke to find that MTV was not to blame, nor was Janet Jackson’s agent. It was nobody’s fault but my own. Sorry Janet.
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