I just dreamt that Brad Pitt and I were chasing each other with ceramic military knives around a small town on a bay. I had killed AJ and he killed several of the ‘innocents’. I didn’t want to kill him, but I had to try. He was insane and I was evolving there too and not enjoying it. Even though I convinced the sand worm from Beetlejuice to attack him from beneath the bay, it didn’t work. We had run out of other weapons and were down to these two knives, which we kept throwing at each other. There were flashbacks to restaurants and tents in there too. Lots of jumping from the same windows over and over again. Acid-burnt bodies, cannibalism, creepy bathroom/kitchens, intrigue, sexual perversion of a PG-13 nature and lots of famous actors who are only famous in my mind – in short, probably the best chance of topping The Expendables. And I can’t remember what we were fighting about.
It’s 3:31AM and I’m going back to bed, knowing that tomorrow will not be as cool as the dream I just had.