Last night, I dreamt that I saw Infinity War. For the sixth time. Not that I saw it for the sixth time; this is the sixth dream I’ve had. It’s getting ridiculous.
Usually when I’m hyped for a movie that I hope is good, I’ll have dreams that it’s horrible. My brain will conjure some convoluted plot that’s downright boring, and I’ll walk out of the theater disappointed.
However, I’ve never had six dreams about a movie before it opens. I feel like I’ve seen the movie already, but I haven’t. It’s weird.
Just a few hours ago, I took a nap and dreamt I missed my showing. For some reason, it took place in my old apartment, the one I grew up in. Jenine was there, and we had just woken up.
INT. CHINATOWN APARTMENT – DAY
Josh wakes up on the top bunkbed. He peeks over the edge and sees Jenine.
Jenine, what time is it?
It’s ten forty-three.
WHAT? Are you sure?
Our Infinity War screening was at ten thirty, babe!
WE NEED TO GO NOW!
Josh leaps out of bed and runs to get changed.
But…why would we miss our screening?
NO TIME TO TALK JUST HURRY!
But Josh…why would miss our screening…
The nightmare ended there. I woke up. Something is wrong with me.