Yikes, it’s New Year’s Eve and I’ve neglected you all for months and I should probably be writing something profound about the new year (or something snarky about resolutions). Instead, I’m posting a draft that’s been hanging around since last New Year’s Eve.
I’ve been a little disorganized this year.
Last year, we drove to Florida and spent a few weeks with my mom for the holidays. The night before we set out on our journey, I had a nightmare.
A terrible, crazy nightmare.
A wake-up-drenched-in-sweat nightmare.
Here’s what I remember: Husband and I were driving on I-4 in Orlando, near Gatorland. There was a huge traffic jam and we weren’t going anywhere.
Suddenly, Harrison Ford sprinted by the car. We leaped out of the car and ran after him to help. It was the (dream) logical thing to do.
Ford was being pursued by Florida Governor Rick Scott, who was in the process of shedding his human skin and turning into a giant Chupacabra-like monster.
Now, in real life, I’d recently presented a conference paper on archaeology in feature films. Gatorland was on my mind because it was used as a location for Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Also, because it’s awesome.
Clarification: Gatorland is awesome. Temple of Doom was kind of a stupid yet lovable mess of a movie. The racism, however, not lovable.
I went back to sleep after my heart-rate returned to normal and didn’t give the dream a second thought in the morning.
Until I got a text from JunglePete.
JunglePete was a bit disturbed about the dream he had that he was stuck in traffic on I4 and Rick Scott turned into a Chupacabra.
I have no explanation for this shared brainwave. We’ll be visiting him again in a few days so I’m sure we’ll figure it out.
One year later….
We never did figure this out. The only logical explanation is that the Governor is a Chupacabra.
I know, I know – my photoshop skills leave much to be desired.