So I Had A Forrest Gump Dream Last Night...

[spoonyriffic]

...or rather, it was a Lt. Dan dream, since he was the only character from the movie that was even in it.

 

I often have random dreams that star actors, and the characters they play. For example, I once had a dream where Alan Rickman did the Thriller dance.

Yeah, I don't know either.

I'll either create a whole new scenario in my head, or I'll take a scene from a movie and make it my own. Remember the scene where Lt. Dan and Forrest meet for the first time after they got out of Vietnam, and Lt. Dan is in the wheelchair, legless and crazy? And when he tried to wheel himself down the ramp, he lost control and crashed into... something? I don't think they ever showed what he crashed into - I just remember the big boom and then Forrest yelling "Lt. Dan!"

Anywho, that scene was in my dream, only Forrest wasn't in it, and it was just Lt. Dan sliding down the ramp and into a dumpster (I guess my subconscious provided the dumpster, heh), and I saw it, and I remember being all "Oh my god - I must help that man!" I think something deep down knew his name as Dan Taylor, but I didn't know, you know? So I tried to help him, and he said something like "I don't need your goddamn help just because I'm a goddamn cripple, you goddamn woman," blah blah blah. He was being Dan-ish.

So I said something like, "Tough shit," and helped him anyway, and he grumbled the entire time, and I made a comment about his stench. He gave me a dirty look, and before he could say anything, I asked where he lived. Then he said something about not needing a "goddamn escort," and I remember laughing. That got more curses from him, and then he told me that he was living in a hotel (like in the movie).

After that, it gets a little fuzzy. I remember saying something about him coming back to my apartment so I could feed him (and I clearly remember threatening to dip him in bleach), and he grumbled some more about that too, but he couldn't do much since I was already pushing his wheelchair.

I guess I'm a good samaritan at heart, even though I don't know if I would take just any one back to my apartment willy-nilly if I saw them in the street. But then again, not all hobo-looking people look like Gary Sinise, so whatever.

I think it turned into a kind of H/C scenario, and blah blah blah, and I think some other stuff happened, but I can't remember it too well. Then I remember being on a boat with him, kind of like in the movie, only there was no Forrest, and we weren't out looking for shrimp. I honestly don't know what the hell we were doing on the boat anyway. It could have been to relax, to fish, to have sex, or any combination of the three. I got the impression that some time had passed since he ran into the dumpster, so apparently, we stayed friends. I also distinctly remember him smacking my ass.

Again, I have no idea. Clearly, I am deranged. *SNORFLE*

And yeah, that was pretty much it.

/random weird-ass dream

Comments

[spoonyriffic.livejournal.com]

And yet very sexy. *points at icon and squees*

Ahem. *coughs*

WTF, a hotdog? Random much, Warrick? *SNORT* At least you fell on top of him. *g*

*lovers Speed too* He's full of epic awesomeness. And stuff.

[milanthruil.livejournal.com]

Yeah, um... I'm not too sure about the hot dog thing either...

Timothy Speedle is my snuggly. :D