The One In Which I Dream About Harrison Ford

July 6, 2008

I leaned over to my girlfriend the other day and told her that I’d had a crazy dream and that it started with Harrison Ford, her and me all hanging out in a swimming pool. She looks at me with this goofy grin on her face. “Any dream that starts like that has to be good,” she laughed.

So I continued with the story of the rest of the dream. Harrison Ford, Jacquee and myself were all swimming around in the pool. It was your standard chlorinated pool. My cats, Callie and Sweetpea, were swimming with us as well with a completely uncharacteristic love for the water.

We’re swimming and swimming and suddenly Harrison Ford says that we need to get out of the water because the place really turns into a jungle at night. We look at him a little incredulously and he says, “No really. It turns into jungle.” Sure enough, the room starts to darken and trees start to appear. We haul ass out of the pool and up onto a raised deck where we sit swinging our legs and watching this strange jungle-pool phenomenon. Harrison Ford is still swimming around because, well, he’s Harrison Ford and who the hell cares if it’s a jungle out there? Sweetpea has managed to get out of the water and has run inside of the house, but Callie is still paddling through the pool, purring with kitty delight at being able to swim. Or something. She’s an odd cat.

Suddenly we realize that animals are starting to appear. A leopard stalks silently around the pool stairs and a hippo is making it’s way into the pool. I start to panic as I realize that a crocodile is stalking Callie. I holler at Harrison Ford, “Save my cat! Get Callie! The croc is going to eat her!”

It’s too late. The crocodile’s jaws open wide and all I can see of Callie is her tail sticking out of his mouth. But then! Amazing! He opens his mouth and she leaps out and onto solid ground and then books it into the house!

I curse at Harrison Ford for his failure to save my cat and then I wake up.

Hey. I didn’t say it was a normal dream. I blame the dream for my inability to like the new Indiana Jones movie.

Posted in Everything Else | 6 Comments

  1. Vegas Princess

    I would curse Harrison too! I mean come on Indy, save the kitty! Now the real question is, was it young hottie Harrison from Raiders or old decrepit Harrison from Crystal Skull? Because that may have something to do with his reflex time.

    July 6th, 2008 at 8:48 pm
  2. Toni

    Hahahaha! This post made me laugh out loud. I wish I remembered my dreams.

    July 6th, 2008 at 9:38 pm
  3. Courtney

    Vegas - He was current day Harrison Ford. Who I still think is attractive, but certainly not a celebrity I dream about on a regular basis. Sheesh!

    Toni - I don’t normally, which made this one that much more amusing!

    July 7th, 2008 at 9:28 pm
  4. Cassidy

    Please dream about Johnny Depp and get back to me.

    July 8th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
  5. Caryn

    That is absolutely hilarious. I love vivid dreams like that, especially when they end happily, which this one (mostly) did. As for the new Indiana Jones movie, I wasn’t a huge fan either. I liked some parts of it, but it was a little too…much…for me. I wanted to like it. I really, really did. Oh, well.

    July 10th, 2008 at 8:30 pm
  6. Courtney

    Cassidy - Ha! I’ll get right on that.

    Caryn - It was… yeah. Way too much. Independence Day meets Indiana Jones. And hey, my cat was okay in the end. No thanks to Harrison.

    July 11th, 2008 at 10:16 pm