Chocolate + Bedtime = Al Pacino

My weird dreams are always the ones right before the alarm goes off and while my alarm is wailing you just lay there convincing yourself there is no way someone could inject you with drugs without waking you up. Although my girlfriend hasnt been sleeping well and 8 hours is a long time to kill…

This is an actual dream I had last night. I kid you not.

It all started off normal, my buddies and I were going out for falafels. Actually that isnt normal. We never eat falafels, I would have to tie them down to get them to eat something that didnt have meat in there somewhere. Anyway we are in Freo and we were passing an oval  (one that I pass twice a day when I am conscious) and there is an Italian Festival on.  Some how I end up arranging some photography for the Italians (which I have also done in awake-mode on several occasions). Now there is a photo-lab nearby where I need to go print my work, and who do they give me as an assistant? Who would be the most qualified to assist me in finding the photo-lab? Al Pacino of course? I dont deny the man is multitalented, but if I only I had known at the time that we would be a useless PA.

So off we got to the lab which is now where the kebab store was earlier, we get the prints done but they were missing the black border I asked for so I have to draw the black border on the prints with a marker. While Al and I are doing this he is showing me other prints that had been done by other photographers. Showing total idiocy he gets black ink from the markers all over the other photographers prints, so its back to the lab to get those fixed. On the way back Al is killed in a drive-by so I leg it back to the mafia guys. They are then annoyed that I didnt bring their dog with them. So I then have to run back and find the dog who I have no recollection of ever having. I somehow find this dog that doesnt like me but I grab it anyway and run with it trying to bite my face all the way back.

When I get back to the italian festival there are planes dropping bombs from the sky. I take shelter in a gigantic ring made of heaps of piping. For some reason we try to push it forward to try and make it roll down the street to make a getaway.

To answer the question why about why Al Pacino would be in my dream. About a week earlier my girlfriend hired Scent of a Women. I didnt actually watch it but I saw the DVD cover on the coffee table. Apparently that was enough.

RIP Al Pacino