Wednesday, August 31, 2011

It's time to put on make up, it's time to dress up right. It's time to rescue Muppets and drink Colt 45!

I had a dream about a group of Muppets who were being held prisoner by a sadistic rich dude. Not for pervert reasons, but more for his own personal Muppet show. They were blown up and had heavy object dropped on them a lot. They weren't any of the famous ones but they were definitely of Jim Henson design and not those knock-off Muppet-ish things you'd see on lesser shows.

They finally managed to pull of an elaborate and comical escape but the rich dude sent assassin droids after them. The rest of the dream was a series of chases and fights with lasers and rockets and pies and anvils. I was Lando Calrissian, holding court sexily in a casino sorta bar. The Muppets appraoched me for help in getting them into some sort of underground for runaway fictional characters. Really. I/Lando agreed to help them and then - as if on cue - the nastiest of the droids showed up.

We jumped in some sort of hover car and had another chase. It's the one Anakin and Obi Wan should have had in Episode 2, but it was in a modern, LA sort of city. The droid finally took out one of our engines so we had to ditch and make it into the sewers because the droid was too big to follow. I had my blaster out and was giving the Muppets covering fire as they scampered through a narrow hatch and the the alarm went off and woke me up.

Even though today has been very sunny it feels extremely dreary.

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