i had a dream I was in a large public bathroom akin to one at the airport. there were these huge urinals. to my right was a tall grinning European idiot with thick glasses standing in front of the urinal adjacent to mine. it was backed up with liquid. he knelt down and dipped his face into it to my horror despite my protests. repulsed i turned and walked away and felt a stream of liquid hit the back of my head that he had spit. I was pissed (no pun intended) and went off on him.
I don’t think I hit him but might have grabbed him and made quite the scene. Turns out it was a staged prank and I had been had. The guy was a celebrity of sorts, but I wasn’t having it. I was still upset about being spit on and demanded some type of compensation for having been spit on. He took a few dollars out. and I snatched the money out of his hand and left.
The incident became a national spectacle only thing is I had become the bad guy. I found myself on the morning show circuit trying to defend myself. I was enraged and the last thing I remember saying before I woke up was that if it were I who spit on a white woman, I’d be branded as a monster and would be on Nancy Grace every night for a month.
My subconscious was probably incorporating my observation of the CNN showbiz (headline news is a misnomer these days) overcoverage of the supposed Gary Dourdan (of CSI fame) paparazzi beatdown outside of a nightclub. The dream was also probably fueled by a late night peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But were I a celebrity, I would probably get in the same type of hot water as well. Get a life and let them live theirs some of the time. The industry created from those obsessed to know who’s partying with who and what so and so’s baby looks like is out of control. There are more important things going on in the world that we should be concerned with.