Earlier today I was suddenly reminded of a dream that happened last night.
I was with Angus in a group of people, his friends or people he knew. I was chatting a guy and several things clicked.
1) It was this guy:
2) The day before he’d accepted the friend request on Facebook (this is true actually) and ….
3) I’d classified him in my mind then as “actor who’d be fun to hang with but never gonna happen”.
4) Argh, I’d had a brain fart cause #3 isn’t right since there he was.
And in the dream, I remember saying something to him about the Facebook, that I was wondering what the heck when the confirmation came through because I’d forgotten I knew him. And he laughs.
Definitely bizarro dream in that it combines minor real life events with not impossible to really happen factor of living in Hollywood to create a scene in my head that feels like real memory.
I’m pretty sure that it’s not a real memory other than the fact that he is on my facebook now but this is the kind of thing that makes me feel crazy sometimes cause I dislike not being able to remember things clearly or not be able to trust my memory.
In barely related news, Ryan and I stopped in at Amoeba on Sunday and he pointed out a guy in a red shirt with a bit of a punky mohawk thing going on. I agreed, it did look like the “lost” hobbit. After all, we’d heard that he lived somewhere in my neighborhood. But I just went back to looking for a cheap copy of Mr Holland’s Opus.