Escape Characters

Fuzzy Blue Bikini

So I was going to a movie theater. Strangely enough, I was going to meet a friend there, who happened to be in the movie we were going to see (as a secondary character, but a speaking part no less). Pretty sure it was a romantic comedy, but I can't really be sure.

We're waiting for the movie to start, and she decides to go get popcorn. For the first time I notice she looks drastically different than the last time I saw her. As in, well, she looks like an actress. I think to myself, "Wow, she must have had to work out a lot." She comes back, and I'm about to compliment her when

-- I wake up at 1:11AM to somebody texting me about Mt. Redoubt erupting. I am not entertained. I go back to sleep.

So I'm sitting in the theater, watching the movie with my friend. A particular part comes up with some character in a fuzzy blue bikini. The part goes by unremarkably, but I notice my friend digging around in her bag. She brings out a blue bikini, identical to the one on screen. She says, "Here, this is probably worth $20,000." I tell her thank you, and try to watch the rest of the movie. I'm interrupted, however, by somebody trying to steal the bikini from me. They almost succeed.

-- Wake up at 4:41AM for no good reason. I go back to sleep.

And so we're at some sort of party with the cast of the movie. We're caught listening to how the main actor in the movie once asked the post-production team if they could "enhance" his, eh, crotch region at certain points in the movie. "Yeah," he says, "I'm pretty typical, and this was to kinda be a big debut, though, I decided against it when they told me somebody would have to spend a month staring at my junk on a computer screen."

-- In and out of consciousness, hallucinating to the radio, until about 6:30AM

I woke up this morning weirdly contented. Tired, sore, face wind-burned from snowmachining 150 miles, but contented. Of course, the feeling drained out moments later, but at least I had something more than the usual confusion towards my dreams. I don't know why I felt so happy about seeing my friend succeeding. I bore none of the usual and unavoidably human ill-will, jealously, or envy, nor did I think them overly prideful. They had undergone a drastic change for the better as a result of considerable hard work.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it has some weird implication as to my psychology. Whatever. That's just what sets off the chemicals it my head.