Zach "Hollywood" Braff

I was at some sort of basement party with some friends. There was an old radio, I think, and some party snacks. Some time later I was at a big party in a very large house. I was out on the balcony talking to Zach Braff, giving him a hard time. I was saying, "you've had all the breaks! Your success has been handed to you!" His response was, "well, what've you done?" I yelled, "I've written a script! Yeah, and its really good, too! It's not done, yet, but it's really good! I even storyboarded it!" Naturally, he wanted to see it.

I began trying to find my old green backpack (which I haven't seen for years) that I knew had my storyboards and unfinished script in it. Randomly, it was on a staircase in the party, and I thought, "That's it!" As I began searching through it, the scene changed, and I was no longer there.

It was like I was watching a story unfold, like a movie. The period was either early 80's or late 70's. There was a teenage girl in the suburbs, presumably in high school. She was kind of nerdy but cute. At one point, she was sitting in the grass of her parents' house talking to a stud in red swim shorts. There was some detailed conversation I don't remember now, but I know they were flirting. Later on, the view changed to the girl's neighbors unloading groceries out of their car. As they went inside, my vision panned towards the girl's backyard where she and the stud were in the pool engaged in some sort of illicit activity.

Hours later, it was dark outside, and the girl was still near the pool. As she made her way towards the house, there was a party going on. It seems her parents were out of town. She slowly began to realize that the stud was long gone. It was sad. Only later when I was getting ready for work this morning, did I wonder to myself if the heartbreaker stud was actually Zach Braff. Then I thought, "No, I don't think so."

Hardcore Karaoke

I dreamt that an old childhood friend of mine was on tour as a hardcore karaoke singer. I went to his show in town, and he was on stage with no band, holding a microphone. Loud hardcore punk music was being pumped through the P.A. system and the place was packed with people. After the show, I asked him to stay over and catch up, but he had to leave immediately. I was bummed because I haven't hung out with him in ages.

Recording

Last night I was at my band's makeshift studio in the garage working on our debut record. I spent quite a bit of time there, recording scratch tracks and offering opinions on song structure. Somehow this manifested itself in the only part of my dream that I remember.

Picture this: Tensions are high, people are wasted and throwing things, and the walls start to grow apart. The singer and I start dancing around, taking mock swings at each other. That's all I remember. Don't worry, it didn't really happen that way. I won't say there isn't a grain of truth there, though.

My activities the night before rarely influence what I dream about. For some reason, it happened this time.

Borat and Me

Last night I dreamt I was driving around my hometown with Borat. There were some other things that happened prior to this encounter, but the events have already begun to fade from my memory. I think I was starting a new band in a small town, but its all foggy at this point.

So there we were, driving down Monument Avenue in Richmond, Virginia. Borat (Sacha Baron Cohen) kept going in and out of character, and I was trying to play along so he'd know I was in on the joke. It was hard to tell if he was making fun of me, or if we were making fun of everyone else. We drove past some politicians and yelled, "Schmitza!" I have no idea what it means, but it was really funny at the time. We went to some sort of political gathering that reminded me of congress, and we were planning on causing some trouble. At some point, an elderly gentleman was setting out little trays of food with baby clementines and crackers. Borat freaked out and started reaching for them like a maniac. The old guy said, "Don't touch those now! They're for after the ceremony!" or something like that.

Finally, the presiding judge type of guy took the podium and brought up some sort of kid that sat behind him. The kid, a teenager, was either really out of it, strung out on drugs, or mentally disabled in some way. The next thing I knew, Borat was sitting where the kid had been, with a goofy smile on his face. The judge hadn't yet realized the joke. I suppose it was only a matter of time before the proper authorities had Borat removed, but that's all I remember. Then I must've woken up.

Zombies, Science, and Nature

The first thing I remember is zombies. I don't dream about zombies that often, but it does happen. In this one, chaos had engulfed the city. I actually saw someone I know who had become a zombie. I remember looking away as some guy took a swing at him with a pickaxe. It was really disturbing. There were people running everywhere in panic. Next thing I know, I'm in a helicopter flying over the city. In one section that must've been totally infested with undead, I could see explosions and missiles being fired by the military. I remember thinking how futile their efforts were. Then I was being airdropped on top of the building that was supposed to be the center of the problem. The free fall to the roof felt very real.

As I made my way into the guts of the building, I didn't encounter any zombies, but at the bottom, I found a science lab that had been ransacked. Behind a door that had been barricaded, I found a whole group of people that had been holed up in the basement of the building. The details get hazy here, but after some quarreling between the people, it was decided that I pilot a special ship to a faraway place (like a swamp) to find the answer to the zombie problem. I remember flying the ship underwater through an immense overgrowth of green plant life. My last thoughts before waking were, "Of course it's safe from zombies here because no human could survive here. Is this the fate of the human race?" Then I woke up.