Doing a fashion shoot with Captain Sulu while down one level of escalators, Bea Arthur was driving away a wraith-hydra thingy by the power of her disdain alone.
No deal! That sounds suspiciously like how I used to dream in high school, except you didn't mention getting trapped in a bathroom that turns into a drug store, or David Bowie.
I'm not sure Bowie really counts as a guy in my dreams. He's usually representative of the monster come taunting me, turned into something I can talk at for a minute.
Oh, I know that one. I hate the dreams where the monster is RIGHT. BEHIND. YOU. ...and you can't make any sudden move or noises or even breathe too loud or it will pounce.
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My dreams suck.
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