My Billy Crystal Movie About Rescuing Dogs Dream

Billy Crystal is making a movie about having a resort for rescued and retired working, show and hero dogs.  In the movie, I am screening the people bringing the dogs.  One dog is a yorkie named Fay, and another dog is an older Chinese Crested named Jasper.  Jasper is 12 years old, and has skin conditions.  Jasper was a hero dog, having saved his owner’s life once.  His owner just can’t treat his skin conditions anymore, as it has gotten too costly and he has not much time left.  So, he brought him to this resort so he can live out the rest of his life in comfort while getting the treatment he so deserves.

Jasper passes away eventually, and we have a service in the dog cemetery.  During the service someone tries to steal a couple of the dogs.  But, we catch him.  Lo and behold, it is my friend’s husband.

When I woke from my dream, I told my friend about this, and she said “Why in the world would he steal a dog?”  I said “Well, I don’t know why he would do that.  But, it was a dream about a movie, so perhaps he was an actor playing the part of a dog thief.”  She replied “Yeah….my sisters and I were extras in a movie once, and he was pretty jealous about that.”

My Arnold Schwarzenegger, Hotel, Strangers in front of the house dream

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!”

My Starts With a Dog on the Roof and Ends With The Lost Boys in the House Dream

We’re in “our” house (which by the way, is a house I have never been in before in real life), when suddenly, off to the left of the kitchen the dog is in the little foyer or utility closet.  There is a tall enclosure or cabinet that leads up to the ceiling and he is climbing that enclosure.  When he gets to the top, he shimmies out the vent that leads to the roof.  My husband is yelling for him to come back down, and I go to the door to make sure he doesn’t fall.  Outside the door is my cat.  She comes in and the dog comes back down.

Next, my youngest is a little girl again and we have to leave for school.  The car won’t start, so we walk.  It’s been raining, the ground is wet with muddy puddles.  She said “Something feels weird on my feet mom.”  Then we realize she forgot her shoes and socks!  So we run back home.  Her shoes are in the basement and by the time we finally find them, I have 10 minutes to get her to school and me to work, so we have to literally run.  We seem to have developed superhuman speed, because even though we are running in slow motion, we get both places on time.

Cut to an escalator, which I am on, and it takes me back to the house from the beginning of the dream.  There are cowboys there, and lots of them.  Our friend comes in all decked out in chaps, boots, spurs, coyboy hat, the whole outfit.  “Quick!” he yells “Get my horse!  I pissed off some guys at the saloon!  I’ll cut out early, and you guys never saw me!  Later we’ll meet a few miles down the road.”  He then takes off on his horse, but they get trapped in the mud and the horse sinks into what appears to be quicksand or a sinkhole.  Our friend tries to pull his horse out, but something swallows the horse up whole, with the exception of his head.  He comes back, totally freaking out, “Something killed my horse!”  So, with the sounds of the pissed off cowboys getting closer, we have to hide him in the basement.

Cut to the living room.  The cowboys are gone, the dog isn’t on the roof, and the cat is in the house.  We are watching a movie.  It’s like a cross between a horror movie, the Walking Dead,  the X Men and the movie Hook.  It begins with a band of mutant superheroes assigned to secure and guard an enclosure filled with criminal zombies.  Suddenly a young woman is kidnapped  by a band of evil-doers who are keeping her in the woods for some ritualistic ceremony that obviously required the use of a young woman in a halter top and shorty shorts.  She screams and screams “Somebody help me!”  A mutant superhero who is helping construct a gate for the enclosure hears her screams.  He is torn….does he fulfill his duties or go save the damsel in distress?  For if he leaves, someone will surely find out.  So, he devises a plan.  Since he is super fast, and will be back in practically no time at all, he builds a dummy out of his clothes and a fence post.  Then he goes off to save the girl.

He finds the girl and is observing the evil-doers that have her.  There are many, possibly too many for one mutant superhero.  He is thinking he will need some help.  Suddenly The Lost Boys from the movie Hook come upon him and they agree to help.  The scene then jumps from the television and the set is in my house.  The Lost Boys are swinging on vines, shooting the bad guys with tomato guns, hitting them in the heads with coconuts.  The mutant superhero finds the girl, saves her, and the evil-doers are defeated by the Lost Boys.  Mutant superhero takes the girl back to his post, and nobody even knows he was gone.

The movie set is gone from the living room, I check the mail, and then go through a box that I received to find socks, a tee shirt and a pair of shorts.  The end.

My Hugh Jackman in the kitchen dream

The dream starts in the house I grew up in.  I walk downstairs from the bedrooms with my grandkids to find my sister with her grandson sitting at the table talking with Hugh Jackman while my mother fixes him dinner.  Suddenly, he asks if I am up for being with the Xmen, because there are some sinister people in the neighborhood.  Well, yeah, I’m down with that.  It seems my mutant talent is being invisible and making people do things with my mind.  (For instance, my sister said in the dream “My grandson will cry if someone makes this monkey scream.”  So I did that with my mind and the kid didn’t even flinch.)  My daughter would accompany us.  Her mutant talent is touching items that others have come in contact with and reading their thoughts that way.  She can fly and travel at high rates of speed, and I can levitate.  You see, there was a rather large band of evil-doers disguised as elderly people on a field trip from their nursing home.  They were roaming the area in their bus, wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting public.  We tracked them down to a museum where there was a rather large gathering and they were scheduled to set off a bomb of some sort to kidnap a rather influential artist as well as steal some art.  We find a rather suspicious looking individual looking at a jewel display, so my daughter strikes up a little conversation with him.  He abruptly leaves.  She then touches an object that he had been in contact with and learned he knew we were with the Xmen and was planning on hunting us down at precisely 9:30 pm.  We then follow some other individuals, and I levitate above them and make them tell me who they were with and where they were going.  Wolverine then comes running up the stairs and we decide the fellow who is hunting us down at 9:30 pm is the ring leader, so we must go trap him at the location he is going to (which happens to be the house I grew up in).  Just as we round up the bad guys, my dog licks me in the face and wakes me up.

My Hugh Jackman/Coatimundi/Work dream

I got a role in a Hugh Jackman movie, so we had to go to Australia.  While there, we stayed in this apartment in this huge complex.  I’m thinking it was a motel of sorts.  At one point we were outside with Hugh and his lovely wife, discussing the movie, having some drinks, when all of a sudden this girl walks up to him and tries to plant a big ole kiss on his face.  He pushed her away saying “I get this a lot, and I always tell you gals, I am married.”  Suddenly, we hear a commotion in the back on this huge patio/deck, so we all run out to see what is going on.  Some idiot had a wild coatimundi on the deck, and had a contest to see who was dumb enough to put their face in the cage.  A guy was wearing a motorcycle helmet, protective goggles, the whole 9 yards.  He said “Oh, she’s a cutie, I’ll do it.”  Well, he put his face in there and that cute little animal went wild and at one point grabbed onto his helmet/goggles and he was running all round with this coatimundi flailing around his head.  He got his helmet off and escaped unharmed.  As we walk back into the hotel/apartment complex, we are surrounded by dogs.  There are dogs everywhere…and dog fur.  On the way down the hall, I suddenly find myself at a scene from the movie set at my place of employment, which  in the dream is a hospital setting.  We are filing records for maternity patients, when suddenly we are alerted that there is a 63 yr old pregnant patient coming in.  Turns out she is a coworker.  She is completely distraught and in disbelief, and has been informed she must stop work immediately due to her age and condition.  Another coworker believes this is false, and it turns out that coworker was stealing motorcycles, and selling them to buy alcohol.  She was caught by means of a sting operation involving bikers, motocycles and booze.  Then, suddenly we are outside, and Hugh Jackman alerts everyone there is a torrential downpour coming and to seek shelter.  Meanwhile, out front, people are drunk, driving all over the grounds, gathered on the lawn, mothers are letting their children climb all over my furniture and tear apart my throws and pillows.   I can’t help but think “I will be so glad when this movie is done so I can go back home to my own house.”

My SOA,movie badass spokesmen dream

I am on an episode of SOA (Sons of Anarchy).  In this particular episode, Jax is trying to come up with a “legitimate” business besides their usual gun running, drug cartel, and escort businesses.  In other words, they are looking for something a little more “wholesome” to kind of throw up a curtain of smoke.  The business they choose is a pain patch business.  Now, these pain patches actually detect the specific areas where the pain is originating from.  They don’t actually deliver any medication into the body, but rather pinpoint the area with heat sensitivity, and thereby relaxing the area.  They call them Hotspot Pain Detectors.  They have to get approval from the company, which was where I came in.  As their character reference, I had to explain to the distributor what fine upstanding young men the Sons are, and that they were actually getting a bad rap.  They were not in fact, criminals or involved in any illegal goings on, and wanted to prove to the public that they were indeed honest businessmen.  We met outside a building in a back alley, and I was given start up money in the shadows.  The company was a little leery about having any of the Sons be spokesmen for the product, so we hired 3 fellas to promote the product.  Our spokesmen were Dennis Farina, James Gandolfini and John Goodman. They filmed this commercial and showed the product.  We had to set up an area outside of the clubhouse, complete with phone line, etc.  I also was in charge of publicity shots, which involved a picture of Juice sitting on his bike (kickstand down of course) and Jax behind him.  Their arms were outstretched in the air, and the theme was “You too, can be painfree”. Within hours of the commercial airing, people were buying the product.

john cena and the fbi

I dreamed I was in a movie with John Cena of the WWE.   I was an FBI agent hired to investigate the untimely death of the John Cena character’s wife and son outside a bus.  While holding up in his house, there were giant snowman decorations in his kitchen.  They suddenly exploded *poof!* and turned into a thick cloud of glitter filling the room.