After watching The Science of Sleep on DVD, I marvelled at how much surrealism my dreams lacked. In this column I hope to reach out to people with similarly ordinary dreams.I was on this Disney World ride with my friends. The ride was stopped while we were on it and this
Asian gentleman with a blow out haircut stepped into the car we were in, offering to moisten our contact lenses. My friends declined, but I said sure. I expected him to put the eye drops in for me, but he made a nervous face implying I should do it myself. I tried to but I kept missing my eye.
He kept saying "Come on" until I woke up. Good thing --
I was late for work. This represents my repressed desire for the Burger King to be an Asian man.