I don’t remember my dreams very often. So when I’m cooking up a really vivid one, especially if it’s super bizarre, I get excited! This morning’s dream was a doozy.
So I’m a contestant on the Wheel of Fortune. But instead of playing on the real set in a TV studio, I’m playing some kind of homemade party version with an elaborate cardboard wheel (The words and numbers are all hand-drawn, painted with cheap tempera paints, etc. But miraculously, it works just like the one on TV) on a table in what looks like a multi-purpose room of a school or community center. The game works like a drinking game, somehow. Basically, the atmosphere is really relaxed, everyone is seated around the table with the wheel in the center, and we all have beers.
Even though this is some kind of weird party version, Pat Sajak is still hosting. Vanna White never showed up. In fact, the game got so out of hand so quickly, that I never once saw the green wall with the puzzle on it.
So then there’s the people I’m playing with. Seated around the table there’s me, my roomate Erin, my good friend Jesse, Collegehumor.com’s front page editor Streeter Seidell (why?!) and three rappers popular in the 90’s. I’ve been trying all damn day to remember who they were, but I can only remember for certain that Ja Rule was there. So it was Ja Rule and two others.
Someone spins the wheel, and it lands on one of those bonus squares where you pick it up and win a prize. The prize was a pair of sunglasses. My roommate Erin (who did NOT spin the wheel) goes into a jealous rage over the sunglasses and steals the prize section from the wheel. She storms out of the multi-purpose room. The mood is ruined, so we just sit and drink.
I don’t remember what we’re talking about as we’re drinking, but I do remember that everyone is drinking WAY more than I am. Streeter vomits and walks off. My friend Jesse, being the nice guy that he is, follows him to help him out. So now it’s just me and three rappers from the 90’s. Ja Rule is visibly ill. He looks ready to vomit any second. And just when I think he’s about to just give up and puke, he grabs his beer and just starts chugging it. That’s when I say the best line of the dream: “Ja Rule are you CRAZY?”
I want more dreams like this one.
