The Honey Pot

(from the 2.22.2012 dream archive)

I rarely remember dreams and almost never do they have people that I recognize. We were married. We were filmmakers. We were in grave danger uncovering some mystery, of which I might know more about but-

We are listening to some man talk about the mystery and danger we are in/ trying to solve. My dream husband turns to me to tell an important piece of information about a film trilogy.

Kiss. Reassuring comforting handhold. wanting my thoughts. 

Brain: Holy Shit! That is Ryan Gosling! We almost never have guest stars in our dreams! This looks like it might be as good as the George Clooney Zombie dream! I can tell Ryan really loves us! Wake up so we can talk about this!!!

I wake up. 

me: goddamnit, Brain.