I had another of my weird celebrity dreams last night...well, "celebrity" only in the loosest of terms, I suppose. This one I really, really don't get. Before I tell you who it involved, I would like to declare unequivocally that, unlike some of my other slightly odd celebrity crushes, I have (or had, since he's dead) absolutely no desire to hit, tap or in any way get a piece of this guy. That said, I suppose I should reveal to you that the star of my somewhat romantic, though not truly erotic dream was...let's just call him Morville Bedenracher. (I don't really want people googling his popcorn to end up here reading this!)
In my defense, I wasn't really "playing" myself in this particular movie-like dream. And perhaps "movie" is too grand a term; it was at most a Lifetime movie, not a feature film. Also in my defense, he looked much better than my dream than he ever did in the popcorn commercials. He was, of course, much older than me, but he wasn't wearing the goofy glasses, the bow-tie or loud sports jacket, and his hair looked better. He was Morville, though, for sure (I know, I know--I don't get it, either). I was married to him in the dream, his third wife, his second wife having been a gold-digging bitch who stomped on his poor little heart. (His first wife having died, apparently. That was sort of vague.) I seemed to really love old Morville, and he was very, very sweet to me. He was also filthy rich. (Okay, that part was sort of fun.) No crazy plot twists or turns, really. We took a trip to see the house he had grown up in; we went to check out a new restaurant he was opening--nothing but desserts. Nothing but lots and lots of creamy, tasty, gooey desserts. (Okay, that part was also kind of fun.) Then it turned sad, as old Morville had a heart attack and died in my arms. (Okay, I just googled, and Morville really DID die of a heart attack, while in a hot tub. He died on my birthday, actually. That's a little freaky.)
Okay, I have a couple of theories about the cause/deeper meaning of this dream.
1. I've been posting about my grandparents, and have old people on the brain.
2. Morville dedicated his life to preventing "old maids," and the dream had something to do with my (mostly) repressed fears about ending up old and alone. The fact that the dream started with us in bed (Did I forget to mention that? It did, though it wasn't overly racy.) was some sort of cosmic joke about "popping" old maids. Hee.
What do you think?