Dreams: Monsieur is Gay, Madam is Gay
What you're about to read is a dream I had about 15 years ago. I've posted about it before on my old blog, and if you've gotten me drunk it's very likely I've told you about this dream. Its stuck with me to say the least, and it still haunts me to this day, but in a good way, like Casper the Friendly Ghost;
It's well passed 'late at night' boarding on early morning, and I'm unable to sleep. Like I often do when I can't sleep, I decide to go for a drive. With no particular destination, I turn north ready for whatever may come my way. Before too long I'm in upstate New York passing Bear Mountain.
Realizing the car needs fuel, I stop in a 24 hour station and park behind a pick up truck. It takes me a moment to remember I'm no longer in Jersey, and I need to fill up my own gas. Getting out of my car, I notice that the Toyota truck in front of me has several letters faded/scratched off so it only reads “TOY”. That's when I realize it's actually the truck from “Toy Story”.
As I'm filling up, a little kid, who should be in bed, comes up and stares looking up at me in complete shock before he builds the courage to ask for my autograph. Before I can even ask why he's want my signature his mom pulls him away. She either tells him to leave me alone, or that I want to be left alone, but in either case she looks at me with an expression that's equal parts confusion and concern.
Confused myself, I get back in my car and drive off. Now it's my turn for fuel and I go to a diner I know of in the area. (this diner actually exists in reality. A friend and I would eat there when we would go on similar drives). From the outside the place looks like any other diner you would find, however as I enter I'm startled by the starkness of the interior. There are no people, furnishings, windows, or doors, not even the one I just walked through. The entire inside of the diner is empty save for white walls, a white ceiling and floor, and a single white table and chair. I'm standing in a large white room with a single table and chair waiting for me. Taking a seat, I decide I'll wait, I figure someone has to be here, it's a twenty four hour diner; there's always someone here.
As I'm waiting, I become aware of a flickering light coming out of a hallway behind me that wasn’t there a few minutes ago. I go to investigate and see that the hallway is also completely white, and it seems to go on forever with no details. Walking into the hallway, I see about twenty feet ahead of me another hallway to the left and a doorway to the right that is mostly dark, but is the source of the flickering light.
With the flickering light being the origin of my investigation, I decide to go into the room. Despite there being a flickering light ahead of me, I can't see anything inside until I find a light switch near the doorway. I turn the light on and find a sea of broken and mismatched toys watching TV filled with nothing but static. The toys all turn to me in unison and I see they're all missing their eyes; nothing but empty black sockets starring back at me. They shout that they were watching the TV and that I shouldn't have turned the lights on. More than a little scared, I turn the lights off and walk out the room backwards without taking my eyes of the creepy looking toys.
Safely out of the room I turn around, and I'm now facing the second hallway. After a few steps I'm greeted by a zebra sitting Indian style on the floor. In front of the zebra is an overturned box of crayons and the zebra is eating the crayons one by one while continuously singing, “Monsieur is gay, Madam is gay; no one cares what I say” over and over not paying attention to me. As it eats each crayon, a white stripe on him becomes the color he just ate, “Monsieur is gay, Madam is gay; no one cares what I say.” instinctively, I know he's eating the crayons because he wants color in his life. “Monsieur is gay, Madam is gay: no one cares what I say.” Now completely freaked out, I turn around to leave back down the hallway, but instead I'm looking into a tall ornate mirror and am starring face to face with my reflection, my reflection being Buzz Lightyear. End Dream.
I would like it on record that I do not have some unhealthy obsession with “Toy Story”, I've only seen it once or twice, and haven't even seen the 3rd one yet. Perhaps I fell asleep with the TV on, but all these years later I couldn't say one way or the other, not that this would explain the zebra.
Either way, the moral of the story is… get a little color in your life? I’m not sure, but I’m open to any thoughts or ideas.