Robin…Was That You?
first published November 2, 2014
Last night I had a very vivid dream about Robin Williams. In the past, I would have simply assumed it was merely a dream but these days, I’m not so sure. I figured I’d let the readers decide:
He came into a dream version of my apartment. I met him near the door. He immediately let me know he had one line of coke left and that was it…forever. Then he graciously offered it to me. I debated seriously whether to take it or not. I’ve never been a fan of the stuff. I’d done a few lines here and there, back in the 80’s when it was all the rage, if it was offered to me at a party, but it was never my thing. I never sought it out or bought it for myself. I haven’t even seen the stuff in decades.
I looked at Robin and realized that if HE did that line, it would destroy him. It would likely re-trigger his addiction and take him down a dark path. If I did it, however, it would likely be a pleasant but ultimately insignificant experience for me. So, I accepted it as graciously as he’d offered it in order to save him (although in the dream, I never actually did the line.)
He was very hyper anyway, and was walking around my apartment, scoping out the place. He started to look through the CDs in the shelves and drawers under the stereo. Now, most of our CDs are in a 400 disc changer, so any albums NOT in the stereo are the rejects. He somehow made himself very small and crawled deep into the cabinet. He kept calling out names of CDs and chastising me for my bad taste in music. I kept trying to explain that yes, those albums ARE awful. That’s why they’re not in the player!
Finally, he crawls out, still bitching about my music but now he is naked. He is NOT an attractive naked guy. He’s kind of barrel-chested and very hairy. I give him a towel to wrap around himself, but he doesn’t seem interested in covering up.
“Ya got any Pat Boone?” he asks. “The early stuff. I just discovered it and I’m really into it.” (And HE has the nerve to comment on MY musical taste!?) I do not, but I’m wondering if perhaps I should have a listen. Who knows, maybe I missed something good.
Meanwhile, Robin is running around my apartment completely naked, checking out everything (and in my real apartment there is quite a lot to check out!) He’s opening doors and going into all the rooms; poking through drawers and closets.
Finally, he goes over to a door which opens into my neighbors’ apartment (like in adjoining hotel rooms. But this is a dream door, only.) I try to stop him. I doubt my neighbors would be happy to find a hairy, naked guy in their living room… but he plows ahead, unstoppable.
Now we are in the living room of a real life couple friend of mine (who are NOT my neighbors.) They are initially taken aback, but I introduce him and they seem OK with having him there.
What does it mean? Did he visit me within my dream or was it all a just a function of my sleeping synapses? I have no idea.
Anyone know if he was into Pat Boone before he died? 😀
More on dreams, next time…