I had an ephithany the other night.
You see, I think dreams are a lot like glitchland. What is glitchland? According to TVTropes.com, Glitchland is a gaming term that refers to a level in a video game, usually an older one, that is a result of random bits of unwritten memory on the cartridge or in ram memory that by pure coincidence forms a playable level. To take this back to the realm of dreams, this means that, in my humble opinion, a dream is when random synapses in your brain while you sleep by pure chance form a conscience thought.
I guess I'm saying that I don't think dreams have any real meaning to them. While I know some of you out there are just wanting to jump on the opportunity to tell me I'm wrong and interpret my dreams as more entries get made, I'm going to flat out say that I have a personal investment in this theory that dreams are the glitchlands of the human brain.
Simply, I don't want this particular dream to mean anything.
Before I lose all the details, the dream I dreamed last night.
As I promised in the title it involves Scottish actor David Tennant... more prominently than I would like frankly.
So, in the dream, I'm watching television with some people (whom I cannot recall and the detail is not important I could only feel other humans with me) watching what I could best describe to be a spoof of Masterpiece Theater... that show on public television stations where some artsy movie is being screened with some out of work British/Scottish actor giving a five minute monologue to explain to the retarded Americans who will be watching what the fuck is going on.
So it starts with the monologue... no I'm just going to say outright that this isn't going to be Masterpiece Theater proper at all, so MPT fans, save yourself the corpal tunnel.
I can't recall words, though they were spoken. The 'scene' starts with some stereotypical medieval set done on the cheap side appearing on a stage. It opens in some sort of bedchamber and Dave in a cheap king's outfit rolls out of bed with what looks like a combination between a marionette and Mr. Hand from South Park on his... right hand... I think... sigh. I can't recall any spoken dialogue but I remember which hand the fucking monstrosity was on.
So, he starts arguing with the thing like it was talking back to him... hmm, picturing David Tennant portraying a raving loonie... possibly the smallest break in reality. Again, I can't recall words, though it got heated.
At one point in my recollection there is a close up of the hand-puppet getting sprayed with this thick white liquid (I'll let your imagination figure out what that liquid is... I'm sure a nice person in the comments will fill you in if you can't figure it out on your own) and then a upshot (I think, where the camera is down pointing up) of Dave raving on like a hysterical lunatic. While I can't recall words, I'm 100% sure it was disturbingly sexual in nature and he likely said something along the lines of "did you like that!?" Let me remind you that he's talking to an inanimate object.
The really funny part was that at the time I didn't think I was dreaming at the time. I thought I was watching something really stupid on TV. I even remember remarking "Apparently David here thinks he's a comedian. He's been spending too much time with Catherine Tate. I guess the last guy who was the Scottish Captain Obvious wasn't enough for Masterpiece: they now need toilet humour."
Then I was teleported to my bed in my room, and it was then when I realized that I was dreaming.
Remember what I was saying about glitchland? Well, there's the television format, the combination of Konkie the wooden hand puppet from Trailer Park Boys and Mr. Hand from South Park. It was staged as pseudo Masterpiece Theater with a guy that actually hosted it (David Tennant... hahahahaha you fuck, serves you for leaving Doctor Who after only three seasons). There was aforementioned actor doing a role I figure he will end up with in the future if his career doesn't crash and burn. And of course, the inappropriate sex joke.
You see, I really want this to be nothing more than a bunch of random synapses that by pure coincidence and random chance formed a tangible experience. Else, what horrible thing could this dream say about me? That I'm pre-occupied with some dude across the pond that I will never see in my life?
Its just random... yeah, lets go with that.
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