Last night takes the cake as far as vivid dreams go. This one even had a very distinct soundtrack by The Doors accompanying the Sopranos portion!
The dream started on the first day of my first semester at Georgetown, outside of Darnell, my freshman dorm.
Georgetown University
There was a long line of students snaking down the steps, through the next dorm, and along by the student center. I investigated the front of the line, found out that everyone was waiting to buy textbooks, figured this was quite unnecessary (that assumption is based in fact, by the way), and moved on. As I approached the Leavey Center, where I was headed to get a bite to eat, I noticed a bunch of people I knew also heading that direction, but they were all dressed up in their Sunday best. I caught up with my friends Jay Sweet and Sally Horchow. Jay was wearing a honey-colored double-breasted Italian suit (I would pay a lot of money to see him in one in real life), and Sally was dressed in a floral-print dress and wide-brimmed hat, as if she were headed to an English summer wedding. I learned from them that they were coming from a funeral, but I never really got the low-down on who the unlucky person was.
Next thing I know, I’m waiting in a cafeteria line in the student center with a plastic tray. I saw Freddy and Lindsey Jones come in with their children, Mackenzie and Oliver, so I invited them to join me in line. In real life, Mackenzie is about three-and-a-half, and Oliver is only months old, but in the dream they were around ten and seven. We all proceeded towards the checkout, where I ran into some problems. I needed to stock up on liquids for some reason, and I surveyed the iced bins full of different juices and flavored waters. Not only did I not recognize the brands, but the bottles were only about five ounces each, and I was incredibly thirsty. So, after a long, stressful period of trying to choose, I took two each of around five different strange brands and paid the cashier.
Now it gets weird! I’ll preface this by saying that last night was the mid-season finale of the Sopranos, so the origin of the rest of the dream is obvious. By the way, last night’s episode was excellent. It was the kind I was pleading for in my post of a month or so ago.
My point of view quickly changed from that of participating character to omniscient narrator. All of the sudden, I was looking down the wide, long hood of a vintage blue Cadillac convertible as it sped down Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills. This is the section of road that you will recognize in countless films. You know, the one with the tall, skinny palm trees lining each side. Seated on the back hood, with their feet on the back seat, were Christopher Moltisanti and Adrianna La Cerva, with Adrianna being very much alive and well, but with platinum-blonde hair.
Christopher Moltisanti
There was a little child between them. I couldn’t tell who was driving. The Doors song “Take It As It Comes” was blaring as the dream soundtrack (quite in keeping with the Sopranos’ tendency toward classic rock), and as Christopher and Adrianna laughed, with the wind blowing their hair, Jim Morrison belted out the line:
“Time to walk,
Time to run.
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun.”
Now it got really weird. The “film” of the dream speeded way up, sort of like in "Airplane" when Robert Stack is driving to the airport and they speed up the backdrop to about 100 mph (you know, and all the cowboys and Indians ride by, etc.). I realized I was witnessing Christopher and Adrianna’s life go by, and all of the sudden she was wearing a full nun’s habit and grew to about thirty feet tall. Then, the little child quickly grew up and turned into a thirty-foot-tall Grim Reaper, complete with sickle.
The Grim Reaper
As the Doors song continued, the dream faded out . . . .
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