FUCK YOU KATHY NAJIMY!
I'm still surprisingly pissed off about my dream, especially considering that I rolled out of bed, prepared for work in 15 minutes, and rushed over there only to find out I had another 4 hours before I had to be there. Needless to say, I'm not awake yet.
Last night, I dreamt I was in a band. I know it's a stretch, but bear with me here. I was in a grungy rock trio, much like my high school band. We were all set to do our first big show. We had rented an auditorium/warehouse space at the top of a towering mesa in the middle of a forested area and were planning the show there. After hiking up the side, we were carefully getting set-up on stage when Kathy Najimy, of Veronica's Closet and Numb3rs, appeared, a cell phone strapped to her ear. She wandered around the stage as if she owned it, yelling at people to place fireworks here and toss tiki torches there. For the most part, she was a nearly perfect party planner.
But there came a point when she attempted to replace my bass. I was livid. I started screaming at her, at which point she called an agency and tried to replace me as well. She told movers to grab my gear and get it outside. I was literally shaking with rage. I snatched the bass she wanted me to play, ran outside and hucked it off the mesa to its impending doom. Her only reaction was to order another through whoever was on the other end of her cellphone.
I ran up, snatched the cell phone from her grasp, her eyes going wide with fright. Quickly, I turned and bolted back towards the cliff face, Najimy stumbling along right behind me. With a flourish, I wound up and flung the phone as far as I could and watched as it plummeted towards the ground below. With pride and righteous indignation, I turned to confront Najimy. This was my moment of glory.
She didn't pause to let me enjoy it, instead charging headlong after her phone. How dare she! I thought. This was my triumph! Instead of the glorious enjoyment I had hoped for, I was left seething that she had stolen my happiness from me once again.
A few moments later, my alarm went off. As I drove to work (unnecessarily), my grip on the steering wheel only demonstrated my continued anger. I'm sure my delusional vision of Najimy is way off and that I'm only extending her self-serving, corrupt boss figure from Numb3rs, but I can't shake this ire that sends shivers through my soul.
- Current Mood: livid
- Current Music:Rilo Kiley - Spectacular Views