Only in Dreams

Take It On The Run

I had another Veronica Mars like dream – although this was more of a mixture of Veronica along with Shawn and Gus type debacles (Shawn being the “psychic” detective from the show Psych who is always dragging his reluctant friend Gus into crazy situations they have to get themselves out of).  But instead of being a detective, I’m some sort of a political activist - for what, I’m not exactly sure.

 

At the beginning of this dream, I’m with two other people and we’re breaking into some sort of top-secret facility with lots of security devices.  We get in, but realize we have about five seconds before we’re detected and alarms will start to sound.  We manage to get out in time, and the next thing I know, I’m in some sort of an Ally McBeal like coed restroom with my boyfriend in the dream, who is not anyone that I know from real life, and we are trying to figure out our escape plan because the people from the place we broke into are after us.  I go into a stall, and all of the sudden a very short, yet very mean and scary looking guy is in there with me.  I realize that I am in trouble.  Because there are still other people in there and he doesn’t want them to realize he’s after me, he tries to say something innocuous about needing a ride to a party.  To alert the other people that something is wrong, I very loudly say “What, you need a ride to a party?  Why would you come into the stall to ask me that?”  Well this works, because some guys end up punching him out, and I grab his phone and a bunch of money and credit cards in his wallet before making a run for it. 

 

Once I’m outside, I totally start freaking out – I know I need to be running and get somewhere safe really fast, but I just don’t know what to do.  At first I think that I’m in New York by Central Park, but then I realize that I’m in DC.  I actually woke up at this point, feeling very stressed out, but glad this is just a dream.  But then I fall back asleep and go right back where I left off in the dream – which is very strange because this never happens to me.  So back in the dream, I decide the best thing to do is to take the subway because there will be a lot of people around me if anyone tries to attack me.  Then I realize that the short bad guy’s phone has a tracking device on it, so his bosses will know exactly where I am.  But then I decide that I will detach the tracking device and throw it onto a different train to throw them off. 

 

Next thing I know, I’m on the subway and I’m back with the boyfriend.  We’re discussing how we should just turn ourselves in and explain that we really weren’t trying to do anything wrong – we were just standing up for something we believe in.  I have no idea exactly what it was we were doing or why we were so passionate about it.  We decide that we should just go find my dad because he’ll be able to take care of everything.  Then there is a news bulletin on the TV on the train (fancy subway system, huh?).  It announces how there is a search out for us, and shows how we got these fake student id’s using aliases, but somehow they have figured out our real names and flash pictures of us.  A lady then walks up to me and says that I look a lot like the girl on TV.  I quickly tell her, “that is so weird, so many people today have been telling me that, but that’s not me.”  I explain that I’m actually several years older than that girl, so there’s no way it could be me.  She buys it, and we’re safe for the time being.

 

Once we arrive at our destination, I start freaking out about what we’re going to do next.  I try to quickly jump in a cab, but can’t find an open one.  Then I realize that I can just wear my black wig and this will prevent people from recognizing me.  I then end up on a train going to Chicago – I have no idea why.  But I look on facebook and one of my friends has posted a news story about me being on the run, and reports that I am on a train heading to Chicago.  It even has a tracker showing exactly where my train is.  I am so worried about what I’m going to do once the train stops, because I know everyone will be waiting for me when I get there.  Then I wake up, thankfully this time for good.

 

P.S. – There are rumors of a Veronica Mars movie in the making.  Hopefully they’ll do it justice!

Mean Girls and Murderers

Now for the second and third dreams in the vmars trifecta.  In both of these dreams, I’m again Veronica Mars, but yet also still me.  I’m walking through this really crowded mall type area, and I see the sister of a childhood friend.  Using my super detective and deductive skills, I realize that this girl has a bomb in her hair that could obliterate the whole place, and it is about to go off.  Luckily I’m able to catch her in time and prevent the bomb from detonating.  Now, it’s up to me to figure out who put this bomb in her hair.  I start my investigation and realize that it’s going to be difficult because apparently she has been not the nicest to a lot of people - to put it mildly, so there are tons of suspects.  I then start questioning all sorts of her sorority sisters and other people just like I’m taking their depositions.  And that’s all I remember about that one – I never solve the bomb-in-the-hair puzzler.

 

But in the third dream, I’ve totally solved who the murderer is.  I don’t know who has been murdered, when, why, or how.  All I know is that I am the one who’s solved the mystery everyone has been wanting to solve.  I’m on my way to find my/Veronica’s dad (who is the town sheriff) to let him know, and this journalist accosts me and demands that I tell her who the killer is.  Then the journalist pulls a gun on me to try to get me to tell.  All I can do is ask the journalist whether it’s ethical to try to get information that way.  Apparently this evasive technique works, because the journalist decides to back off.

 

Veronica Mars and Boob Jobs

Two years ago at about this time of year, I decided to start a dream log.  I had the idea of writing a book mixing in dreams with reality, inspired largely by a trio of dreams I had relating to Veronica Mars – also known as the best show ever.  I sketched out a mere two lines worth of notes about the three VM dreams, and continued to keep up with the dream log - for about three days.

For any of you who haven’t watched the show, go out and buy the DVD’s!  VM has some of the smartest writing I’ve seen on television, and movies too.  The characters are well developed and endearing.  The eps feature individual as well as season-long mysteries that will keep you guessing and surprise you.  While it probably errs on the girly side, I think most anyone would appreciate the show.  Truth be told, Veronica Mars is kind of my hero – she’s strong, sassy, super smart, and has the best bad boyfriend of all time!  The third season is not quite as stellar as the first two – it tries a little too hard with the sarcasm, but seasons 1 and 2 are golden.  And don’t even get me started on the CW’s decision to cancel the show after the third season, opting instead to pursue quality shows like Farmer Wants a Wife.   

Anyways, back to the first installation of the VM themed dreams.  Of course the details are sparse, seeing as the dream was two years ago and I have only two lines of notes.  In this dream, I’m Veronica, but also still me if that makes sense.  I’m flying in a small plane with my/Veronica’s ex-boyfriend Duncan, and the plane keeps dipping in and out of a lake we're flying over.  And we’re talking about how I have to go get a good friend out of jail - even though this friend in reallife would never be one to wind up in jail (this part wasn’t in the notes, but came back to me).  Then we’re at some kind of pool, or maybe the lake, with a bunch of other people, and a nemesis walks up and informs me that I would need a boob job to pull of the bathing suit I’m wearing! 

 

That’s all I can remember, but the “you would need a boob job” comment is interesting for two reasons (other than being maybe a little unjustified).  First, about a year and a half before I had this dream, I received a random “compliment” (from a lady at a seedy bar in Galveston no less) for "keeping it real" and not feeling the need to get big fake boobs.  Um, thanks, I guess.  And why was she even looking or feel the need to comment?? 

Now fast forward about another year and a half from this dream to Kristen Bell (actress who plays VM and, well, doesn’t have the largest chest) starring in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.  She plays an actress in a TV crime show, and totally makes fun of herself by lamenting about how her show got cancelled.  Worried about finding another role and the pressure to have (and show) the perfect body, she says “I don’t have the frame to support plastic surgery – I would tip over.”  Could my dream have been a psychic envisioning of the self-deprecating commentary to come??