I am talking to a man, who looks familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on who he is. It turns out, he is traveling incognito. Suddenly, on a screen, appears 2 pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger. One picture of how he looks today, and one of his much younger self, with both poses being from his Terminator nude scene. I look over at the man and say “I thought you looked familiar. That’s you, isn’t it?” He said “Yes, I am one in the same. Although if you will notice, I have a few more wrinkles on my backside now than in 1984.”
He’s in talks for a new movie with Jamie Lee Curtis, reprising their spy roles from True Lies, and he invites me along to the meeting. The meeting is in this big, fancy hotel, the kind of hotel that only rich people can afford to stay in. After meeting with and talking to Jamie, Arnold, the writers and other staff, I am offered a job. It seems Arnold has told everyone that during our discussion, he was able to determine that I had a creative streak in me, and was a bit of a ham. So, I was offered the opportunity to assist with the script and also to act in the movie.
Just as I had accepted the offer, my son and brothers come walking down the hall. “Hey, are you ready to check out of this place yet? We have to leave” They say. So, we go to the front desk to check out, and when we leave, they ask “Where did you park your car?” I said “What do you mean my car? I didn’t drive here. Where’s your car?” So, we commence to the parking lot, which has turned into a giant field of grass. There is but one lonely little car out in the north forty, and evidently it’s mine because they said “Oh, there’s your car! Why the hell did you park all the way out here?”
We then drive to the house us kids grew up in (Which, by the way no longer exists, it was torn down in 2000) where we find our dad getting ready to go sit out front. (Keep in mind, dad died in 2007.) While he is out front, we hear noises outside the front porch. We look outside to find some strangers arguing and trying to get into the house. They ran off when they saw us kids. Suddenly, we think, where the heck is dad? Did they take him? So we frantically look and look, but to no avail.
Suddenly mother shows up with one of the blonde grandkids. (Mother died in 2001.) She said “Where’s your father?” We call his cell phone, and he’s down at the tavern buying candy bars for us. We said “Oh, we thought those strangers took you. You better get home! Mom’s here with one of the grandkids, and boy are you gonna be in trouble!”