I just woke up from a nap during which I had a dream that David Tennant, who plays the Doctor on Doctor Who, was acting in a piece I had written. It was very clear that he thought highly of the show and of me, but every time I tried to get him to say more about why so that he and I could be alone together with him saying nice things about me he maneuvered us into a group of other people working on the show. It was unclear to me whether he did so to avoid being alone with me saying nice things about me or whether he did so because he was actually oblivious to my worshipful adoration. At one point he wanted to speak to my father and me privately; he handed me a check made out to me for $1.00 and handed my father a check made out to me for $1,500.00. I hadn’t known that I was being paid for the project, and I didn’t quite understand why David Tennant was the one paying me when he was acting in it, but my father was concerned about possible legal implications. David Tennant said that there were none, and then remarked to me (as we were walking through the playground) how odd it was that my father had been worried. When I said that this didn’t seem to me to be an unusual reaction, David Tennant said that the problem was that Americans were passivists. I asked him to explain and he maneuvered us into a group of other people working on the show. I vowed to myself that before the end of our time together I would kiss him, thereby becoming the only man to have done so other than John Barrowman. I bade my time during continued work, including a group discussion about whether a certain part of the show should involve antimatter (represented, if memory serves, by person-sized stuffed red cylinders) or matter (represented by divan-sized stuffed blue cubes); antimatter was obviously the preferable choice but the director insisted on matter, at which point David Tennant and I griped to each other in a conspiratorial but good-natured manner. I knew that the time was nigh for me to kiss him and I was getting very (emotionally) excited. Then I woke up, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get back to sleep.
So close, and yet so far.
OMG, I had the exact same dream last night.
OMG, I totally saw you there!
I didn’t have that dream, but I did have a dream about him once, and I did kiss him. He liked it. (Don’t be jealous.)
How come you get David Tenant and I get the fat, annoying people from my office?
As impressed as I am by the minutiae of details from your dream, I am abso-fucking-lutely amazed that you can recall so many of those details. I am in awe.