VITAL STATISTICS
Dreamer: Helen
Date: Sept. 8, 1999
Title: My Bastard Cousin, Pierce Brosnan
My uncle in the dream - an imaginary dream-uncle who looked a little like Danny Aiello - owned a popular Thai restaurant. He and my aunt were going on vacation for the first time in years, and they turned the job of running the place over to me while they were away.
I was nervous about running the place by myself for the first time. I was totally occupied running around maitre d'ing and making sure people got seated and got their menus. But their son - my cousin - Pierce Brosnan, came up to me and told me that none of the chefs had come in. I had to go throw out all of the customers because there was nobody to make any food. Without even bothering to check, I marched into the dining room and evicted the entire Saturday evening crowd. Then I went into the kitchen and found a whole cadre of chefs fixing up a ton of food. It didn't take long to figure out what my cousin had done. Pissed off, I stomped out back where the bastard was sitting in his Porsche, yakking on the cel phone.
“You jerk!” I yelled, “You just told me to throw everybody of the restaurant so you could have the place for yourself with your asshole Hollywood celebrity friends. You're calling up your celebrity friends on the phone right now? Aren't you, you bastard! We're going to lose all the money that we usually make on the weekend, and Uncle Bob is going to be furious at me, you jerk!” He didn't even deny it; he just smirked at me. I was so mad I kicked his Porsche until I put a dent in the front, left wheelwell.
Back to the Invincible Muffin Main Page
