I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I probably had a better dream than you did yesterday. Liam Neeson showed up and defended me. I rest my case.
I was in some sort of largish boat race, where I happened to be the captain that the rest of the team, quite vocally, did not like. It was tense, it was cold, it was dark, it was hungry, it was dawn in this dream situation, and this boat race was seriously competitive and important. One of the elders of the community who happened to be on the boat, Liam Neeson, stood up for me and silenced the rest, while we ended up racing to an ancient, exotic island to considerable success (i.e., we didn’t win, but we got close).
I copiously thanked him, he laughed it off like it was a trivial matter and enlisted my talents as a stylist and professional gift-buyer to buy something for his wife of five years. And then, we went to the most impressive mall, constructed with wood and stone, selling all kinds of rich goods. Being the perfectionist I am, it took many silks carefully studied from store to store, and before we could zero in on one, I had to wake up. Neeson remained the patient, if somewhat weary, gentleman.
There, not much of a story, but I had to tell you when Liam Neeson showed up in my weird dreamworld. I’ve never seen him in this sort of a period piece (unless you count Star Wars), or that many movies of him, to be honest. I’ve never seen any of the Takens, or other action flicks. I guess he stayed in some part of my consciousness because I stumbled upon recently on a video of him reading Justin Bieber lyrics. I was in pieces when he said, “Swag, Swag, Swag”.
I don’t know what this dream represents about my psyche. Maybe, that I might make an inept and unpopular boat race captain, but a too meticulously detailed shopper? I wish I had that professional stylist job though, in real life. I’m just glad Liam Neeson could make use of my particular set of skills.
Do you enjoy Liam Neeson movies? And, do you get weird dreams?