Over the next few weeks, the movie just sat around the house. I kept telling him that he needed to watch it so we could return to get a new (better) movie, but he always claimed he never had the time. Finally, Carolyn was over on Saturday and suggested we watch a movie. Driven purely by the motivation of getting this movie out of the house and returned to Netflix so we could get something that I wanted to see, I said "fine, let's watch 2012. That was followed by two hours of scenes like this:
It was a fairly ridiculous movie actually. In reality, the main characters should have died in the first 10 minutes, but they were always spared thanks to their sheer determination and unbelievable speed and agility of their car/camper/plane/feet. Dan kept laughing and saying how unbelievable the scenes were, and that nothing like that could ever happen. And I believed him. Surprisingly, I wasn't totally depressed afterward and didn't have too many thoughts about squeezing as much living as I can into the next two years before the world ends. I was fine. Or so I thought.
Then came Sunday night. There I was, fast asleep in my nice comfy bed, when I was gently transported to Las Vegas in my dream. Dan and I were walking down the strip hand-in-hand and having a great time. All of a sudden, the sky turned black. People started screaming and running everywhere. It was mass chaos and total pandemonium. What's going on?? I asked. Dan pointed up at the sky. LOOK! he screamed as the hotels started crumbling around us. Piece by piece, huge chunks of the buildings were slamming down around us, flattening the poor, helpless tourists who were standing just feet away. RUN! I yelled. We ran across the street dodging chunks of debris. Noticing that the buildings were now falling into the street, I figured that we needed to get to water and then we'd be safe. I spotted the lake in front of the Bellagio, pulled Dan in and swam to the center. Phew! We were safe. That's when I looked up and saw this headed right for us:
The top of the stratosphere hotel. We were killed immediately and transported to heaven, where everything was orange and glowing and looked sort of pixelated like watching a TV channel that was out of focus. I remember thinking ok, this isn't so bad. Then I woke up. It wasn't until I was doing my make up and getting ready for work that I realized the dream was, in all likelihood, inspired by 2012. And that is why I don't watch disaster movies.
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