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December 29, 2006
Merry New Year! And I Must Be Suffering from Reality Show Withdrawal.
By:
The Dude on the Right
In the immortal words of Nanga Eboko, exchange student from Cameroon, "Merry New
Year!!!!!!" Sure, it's a few days early, but I doubt I'll be doing a blog
on New Year's Eve night, even though I really don't have anything planned
except, thanks to the NFL, watching the Chicago Bears play the Green Bay Packers
in what a lot of people say might be
Brett
Favre's last game. Thankfully our local radio station pops a little
delay on the broadcast and it synchs with the cable TV broadcast so rather than
hear John Madden wax poetic during the entire broadcast that this might be Brett
Favre's last game, I'll get to yell "Ball" with
Tom Thayer of the WBBM broadcast team (along with Jeff Joniak) every time
there is a fumble.
But yelling "Ball" at the TV screen is the least of my worries, right now, because I think I am suffering from reality TV withdrawal. My main symptom of my malady - multiple dreams in one night of me in reality TV shows. The scarier part? They weren't even real TV shows.
In my first dream last night I found myself in a sort of "military boot camp" reality TV show. I was in a big room, with a lot of people I didn't know, and all of us were dreading the "training" we were going to have to endure. I wanted to quit before the filming even got started, but as dreams sometimes take a life of their own, all of a sudden this one turned into something about one of the dudes swinging the driver from his golf bag around, as we all started ducking for cover, and me wishing I had brought my golf clubs so I would have a weapon, only I kept knocking over other golf bags before realizing I did bring my clubs, but I woke up before I could pull out my driver and join in the fight.
So I woke up, drained the main vein, and headed back to sleep wondering "What the hell was that?" And no sooner do I remember that than I kicked into a dream even more all over the place.
It started at a basketball court, where the players seemed to be committing a lot of hard fouls (this might have been spurred by the news coverage of the Chicago Bulls' player that got hurt the night before), one that even took Joakim Noah (although he wasn't in a Florida Gator's uniform) to the floor where he broke his arm and dislocated his shoulder and kept rolling around and screaming while his arm flopped around like a fish out of water and it took most of his teammates to get him to stay still so as not to hurt himself any more than he already was. At this time me and my buddy (even though I didn't know who he was) were on the court watching this happen when a security guard escorted us outside, where we kept insisting to let us watch the rest of the game and that we wouldn't go on the court, but he kept saying we were needed for something outside.
So there we were, and then a big group began to congregate, complete with buddies I knew, namely The Dude on the Left, Aquaman, and Big Cooter, and they wouldn't stop talking amongst themselves. We found ourselves being separated into two football teams, only I didn't hear my name called the first time and had to run through the crowd when our jerseys were being handed out, in total fear I was going to be yelled at by our coach for not hearing my name the first time. But joining with my team proved just as daunting as my friends wouldn't shut up and I feared us getting yelled at (I suppose that sort of reminds me of a night class I had in college when T.P.'s friend decided to join us for class), and with their talking I couldn't hear what our "coach" was saying.
But that didn't fluster me as much as trying to put on my jersey. For whatever reason there were pads on the inside of the jersey, and it was a couple of sizes too small, so I kept trying to stretch one arm open a little more to get one arm in...
And then, wouldn't you know, my phone rings, waking me up as I struggled to get my jersey on, AND IT WAS THE WRONG FREAKIN' NUMBER!
So now I won't really know why I was supposed to be in a "military boot camp" nor a "weird football game" reality show. But what really bummed me out the most, after I woke up, was that I wasn't able to flip the switch while I was dreaming, to realize I was dreaming, and take control of the dream. That is the coolest thing about my dreaming when I can make it happen.
So on this eve of the eve of New Year's Eve, for Joakim Noah's sake, I hope my dreams aren't premonitions.
And if my dreams are premonitions, all I ask if for one of them to give me the winning numbers for the lottery. Is that too much to ask for the New Year?
That's it for this one! I'm The Dude on the Right!! L8R!!!
Posted by Rightdude at December 29, 2006 7:17 PM
