I have recurring dreams sometimes. One involves a factory for manufacturing sleep. I haven't had that one since college, mostly because I haven't had any final exams since graduating 4 years ago. This one that I'm writing about now is new. I've had it twice now.
I'm with this beautiful girl (just for reference, it seems she's Elisha Cuthbert), we're going out on a date, and we go to this really awesome Greek restaurant right on the beach. It's a gorgeous place, directly on the sand, with the water lapping against the back of the restaurant itself. When we arrive it becomes clear that we aren't on an actual date, we are "just hanging out", because apparently this is her boyfriend's restaurant. At that moment, her boyfriend swims up to the back window, and I see who it is.
It's Poseidon himself. Only, he's not the ugly barnacle head that he was always made out to be in the myths. He looks like a 10ft tall Chris "Cpt. Kirk" Pine, with flowing seaweed for hair and an iridescent green glow to his skin that is so beautiful, I feel like a jerk just for staring.
So I feel like a complete chump at this point. He's just lounging about on the side of his beautiful restaurant, playing with a bag of pearls and diamonds like they were sand, and I'm trying to come up with an escape plan. She introduces me, and she's hanging all over me in front of him. I'm just about crapping my pants because I think Poseidon is going to smite me for messing with his girl. But he's actually really cool, total surfer dude attitude, and just lounges out, splashing water around, calling the girl "babe" and whatever.
We sit down and order, and she's constantly complaining about him. He's an asshole to her, he's constantly out to sea, he's never paying attention to her, she thinks he's screwing a dolphin and that's where the mermaids came from, blah blah blah. I'm just thinking she's being whiny and I'm starting to tune out, already pissed with how things have played out.
Poseidon comes back and starts bitching her out because she ordered something really fattening. I'm still trying to get out of there, content with just leaving them to be their messed up selves. Suddenly, he grabs her by the arm and hauls off and smacks her across the face (I'm serious, I have full-time Hollywood productions for dreams), which just sets off some trigger in my brain and I flip the freak out. I grab a trident off of the wall (of course Poseidon decorates his restaurant with tridents), and I set about battling Poseidon, god of the seas. There may or may not have been a moment where I utter a phrase like, "Didn't you hear? Greek religion is dead.", depending on whether or not I would be embarrassed admitting to sounding like David Caruso.
The battle is pretty epic. I mean, considering that battling Greek gods is by definition epic — sort of got that whole "epic" thing started — yeah, I'd say it was epic. He's sending squids after me who are throwing starfish like shuriken. One of his band of ninjasquid pulls out a net, which is the ultimate weapon against a trident, totally fowls the thing up and ruins your day. In one leaping motion, I cleave clean through the net with a butter knife snagged from a nearby table, execute the perfect Mario double jump off the top of the squid's head, arch my back and draw the trident back over my head as I fly through the air in slow motion — flash bulbs popping and a hushed quiet in the room like I'm Lebron James going for a monster dunk at the NBA all-star game — and drive the trident deep into his side. His howl sounds like the great humpback whale's mating call, but I've only wounded him. Luckily, he retreats for the day.
Hermes is there, and he's basically David Beckham with a cockney accent. He's so impressed that he gives me his shoes, just because "oi, you ree-lee stuck it to me arsehole uncle, roight. Li-tra-lee, amiright?" She declares I'm her hero and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her full breasts against my heaving, bare chest (when I lost my shirt, I'm not certain). I mean, by this point I am by freaking definition, but by some serendipitous occasion I don't make one of my typical snarky comments like "Hero? I'm basically Odysseus, wench!". Cupid is walking by and he pats me on the back, "eh, I don't think you need me here bro." Just as she's about to kiss me, she stops:
"Wait, but you're Sean McBeth! Hahahabyelol!"
And I wake up, not wanting to see the world ever again.
