Merlin

Date: 2/17/2019

I'm excited to remember that I'm related to Sam because my brother's wife's brother married his sister. There's a woman who claims to be a friend and agent for Arianna Grande and Miley Cyrus. I visit an Airbnb vacationhouse in a dream amalgamation of SD, SF, and LA, most likely what appears to be San Diego. Dani lives there in a room of the house. As she drives, she invites me to treat it like home. I drive and get groceries that I had missed. I think about getting a surfboard if I can store it at the house. I'm on a ship. A civilian contractor has a stateroom office. Every page she prints for people costs the Navy $50, but dumb recruits keep getting stuff from her. There are some hot spy women running and fighting around the staterooms in various states of undress, but I lose track of the plot, who is good or bad, and where the action is. I'm too busy working in my stateroom. I take my supper break. The only food is mashed potatoes, a sliver of chicken and a spoonful or two of gravy. I go to get a beverage from the fountain. I decide on a mix of orange and blue electrolytes drinks. They stay on separate halves of my cup, so I can drink both equally at the same time, like a healthy drain cleaner. I'm with refugees in a fallen broken dream version of the world with what appear to be Pokemon. We find a place in the wilderness to sojourn a while. After a while, maybe months, I'm encouraged that a tree is healing and probably healthy enough to climb. The toy-like Pokemon have been building a totem-like tower of themselves. One climbs to top and counts. Over 130,000 tall. I'm filming an action movie. The villianess has me captive in a sports car, on the run because my friends are coming to save me. Being an action movie expert, I warn that if she crashes this convertable, it will be head injuries and lots of liquid. She flips the car and we hi our heads snap our necks. The car comes to rest. I'm less injured than her, but the compartment is filling with liquid and we're trapped in this ball of metal. For the first time, this Tom Cruise doesn't know how to escape. As we suck our last breath air, from the ceiling, I admit our only hope is for my friend Merlin to come save us. It cuts to the exterior of the mangled ball of metal that was the car. The cameraman appears to be an autobot. The woman and I are dead and our bodies are dissolving in the small wave pool like alka-seltzers. They dissolve completely. Merlin shows up like a typical wizard. A little late. He has to do some impressive magic to bring us back to life, but he does. Then I think, no this wouldn't really happen. Even Merlin isn't that powerful. The film rewinds and we dissolve back into the waves.