It has become obvious to some that I have quite the imagination when it comes to my dreams. So let's discuss another recent dream. While this one was shorter, and the details are fuzzier, its weirdness has not eluded me. This dream occurred a few nights ago and while I planned to write about it and hadn't gotten to it due to seasonal gatherings, I still remember the details fairly well.
In this dream, I'm dating Alan Rickman. Many of you may know him from his recently well-portrayed and infamous role as Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movie series. However, if you've seen the latest of the movies, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2", then you know Snape is no longer infamous. For the sake of those who haven't seen this final film, I will say no more.
Anyway, I'm dating Alan Rickman, and we're serious about each other. We're in love. We start off at some type of meeting or banquet hall. In one room, a hypnotist/psychic is holding a show, or presentation- whatever. We're walking past the room and Alan makes eye contact with the guy and I realize they know each other. By the look on Alan's face, it's not a pleasant past. The psychic calls him into the room and is taunting him to come in, "Oh, come on, Alan. You can't still be scared." I tell Alan he doesn't have to do this, and we can go, but he has something to prove and we move over to the table this jerk is sitting at. As we sit down, he's holding my hand very tightly and I whisper in his ear, "I'm right here. Say the word, and we'll walk out of here." It's this part where he looks scared and I feel so badly for him that I know we're in love.
This hypnotist/psychic is messing with him. He's putting him into some kind of trance and trying to scare him. I'm trying to talk to him, but he doesn't hear me. I decide I have to do something and I get up and look for a way to help him.
I walk out of the banquet hall, cut across the foyer, and go into another room. As I walk into this room, my shirt snags on the door frame and rips. Ever so conveniently, it's ripped in a way that it keeps falling down in front. (Shut up) In the room I've walked into, there's a woman wearing a silk blouse sitting at a desk. Holding my shirt in place, I tell her to give me her shirt. She looks at me like I'm insane, and I quickly say, "The hypnotist is making me do this." The stupid, imaginary woman believes me, gives me her shirt, and puts her jacket on.
Here's where the details get fuzzy. When I go back into the hall, I'm able to get Alan away from the hypnotist guy, but the guy's livid that I have. So, Alan and I have to run. We make it outside and into the parking lot where a group of his friends is waiting for us. They hide us in a cargo van and the hypnotist comes running out, now with goonies. He starts to recede when one of goonies sees us and they begin smashing the windows of the van. With the help of Alan's friends, we get away and make it safely to our hotel where we check in as though none of this happened.
And that, my friends, is my dream about Alan Rickman. Now, I haven't watched anything with him in a few months so, I'm not sure where this dream came from. I've never had a "thing" for Snape, or the first character I knew him as- Metatron in "Dogma". However, now I have this lasting feeling as though Alan Rickman and I have once been in love. I would also like to point out, that he was born in 1946. This means that he is approximately 65 years old. Being as I am 28, that is a 37 year difference. But, love knows no age.
Also, while reviewing his work on the IMDb, Internet Movie Database, I learned he was in a film that involved the role of a high functioning autistic woman. I will see this movie.
Well then... I think I'll pop in a Harry Potter flick.
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