last night proved to not be a very restful night of sleep… I had several dreams, and some of which had a recurring theme… Here’s the details of one that I’m still able to recall…
I was at work, as you can find me during normal working hours… The phone on my desk started ringing, I answered the phone with a “Hello.” The person on the other line wasn’t coming through too clearly, he tried saying his name and where I was to remember him from. Several moments later the line was disconnected… I didn’t know what to make of it, I couldn’t remember the name, and didn’t understand what he was talking about… something about soup or something.
The phone rang again, and being the dutiful employee I am, I answered. ”Hey, this is (can’t remember this detail) again, can you hear me now?” I could, and so he continued. ”Great, so, about this Soup Movie you said you were going to be in…” Uh-What?” I replied, I didn’t know anything about a soup movie, or that I was going to even be in a movie for that matter. ”Yeah, a few months ago I spoke with you about being in this movie, it’s about a guy who travels from Minnesota to Iowa, consuming nothing but soup.” He went into some other details about it that I cannot remember, but I was concerned about how much of my time this was going to take, and the monetary compensation… since I was sure I wouldn’t be able to maintain my normal job during this film project. I do not recall what the payment was going to be, but I believe it was better than what I was getting, and if the movie was successful, I would get more. I was also inquisitive as to what this role called me to do… after some more conversation with the man on the other line… Not a whole lot, I was chosen because I looked like who they envisioned for the movie as well as being pretty humble in my mannerisms, they thought that the role would be easy for me to pull off. I asked how much soup I was going to have to consume during the course of making the movie, the answer was more than I could have expected… over 6000 bowls of soup… This was a bit of a concern, considering that it’s probably all I would consume for the next few months. I looked around for my wife, but she wasn’t there… what was I going to do?
I’m pretty sure I thought about asking for some time to think about it, but it also feels as if I had already signed on to do this… this call was more of a “when should we be expecting you” call than a “will you still be doing it”. I agreed to meeting up with the guy, and that’s when this phase of sleeping ended…
I think I should stop eating Goldfish Crackers right before going to sleep… seems to have an adverse effect on me 
