Book of Dreams: Champion Couch Kickers

Recently I went to an exhibit at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences called Fellini's Book of Dreams. If you don't know, Federico Fellini was an Italian film director who's films were filled with dreamlike imagery. His film 8 1/2, from 1963, is one of my all-time favorites. Anyway, Fellini used to write down his dreams every morning, compete with drawings and speech balloons. Most of them involved mammoth-sized breasts, which was a bit repetitive, but still fascinating.



Since the exhibit I've felt inspired to keep a dream journal like Fellini, as I've always found the subconcious dreamworld infinitely more interesting then reality. So from now on I'll be posting my dreams, the interesting ones at least (I've posted a dream once before, called Cheetara and Our Baby).

Before I post a new dream I want to share one from January 27th, 2002. I was flipping through an old journal tonight and happened to come across it. So you know:

- This was during my first year of community college in Virginia.
- RJ, Savanah, and Demetrius were friends of mine in high school.
- Buster was my brother's dog.

This is exactly how I wrote it seven years ago:

"Last night I dreamed about a Japanese game of some sort. At first it was me, RJ, Savanah, and a few other people. We were just talking in a room when me and RJ start doin kung fu on each other laughing. Then this Japanese guy showed me how to kick people off a couch. What he was showing me was an actual sport, and he started training me to do it. It was funny because he could barely speak English, so I struggled to understand him. So eventually we start a season of kicking people off couches, and we go up against other teams, our rivals. We win at the end of the season, which meant we got to release a turtle in the ocean. We go to a beach where there's some sort of turtle graveyard that's full of orange shells. The orange turtle shells surrounded me and my trainer. Why would we release this turtle where the other turtles died from predators? I have no idea. Well then Buster came floating along in the ocean, and I had to go out and help him get air because he wasn't getting any under water. Then we had an end of the season speech and Demetrius came by and started talking. I kept interrupting him, which was hilarious, and then we all looked out a window that appeared out of nowhere and saw a guy playing baseball."

There's no breasts, I know. Unfortunately, even nowadays, my dreams typically involve adolescent games more so than the female anatomy. It's a problem, and I'm working on it. I just want Fellini to be proud.