Tom Selleck and the Mobster Sleepover

At work Barbie calls me to see if I want to watch a movie. Since I am at a computer, I look through the movies and show times. We decide on a time. I don't believe we decided on a movie.

When I get there, though, Barbie's house has many tables with roughly fifty people sitting at them (her house must be like the Tardis). There is a movie playing on her wall with Tom Selleck. The movie is halfway through! I look at my watch to make sure I am on time. Yep.

At the end of the movie Barbie thanks everyone for coming. While I feel disappointed Barbie didn't give me the correct time, I have to go home with my family (who got to see the whole movie) for dinner.

It's snowing outside. The front yard belongs in front of my grandma's house. Everyone else has left. We go to the first truck, but it is has had its side sliced off and put beside it. So it looks like a full vehicle at the proper angle. As we move to what is our car, I slip off into a movie or maybe it's another dream.

I am actually in the movie. I am Tom Selleck (or the camera, at times). I'm facing a roadway down to a canal. There is a blond woman in a black dress laying on the ground. I approach her to help, but when I get close (zoom out to camera man range) the blond has an ashen face and tries to bite into Tom Selleck. He fights his way down to the canal. The evil blond tries to push him in, but Crazy leaps across the canal and kicks her into oncoming traffic.

The rest is so mundane I don't remember it when I wake up in my grandmother's house. There are a few teens in pallets on the floor or getting ready to leave. No one really listens to me when I tell them about my Tom Selleck movie dream. They tell me we must be ready to leave when the Godfather leaves.

To emphasize this he walks through in his suit demanding we find his keys. I start looking, though I am not ready to go.

There are keys on what used to be my grandma's night stand. They are all suspicious keys. One has two squares of metal on the grip, which makes up most of the key. The other two are rectangles with buttons. They have the names of two cars that I know the Godfather doesn't own. Underneath on of the I find a similar blue key. I hide it. The godfather has found his key, but I am not ready. I try to put on socks and gather several flash drives of mine which are scattered in the living room. I rush, but they leave without me.

Alone in the house, my mind wanders to the streets with the Godfather. He has sent a woman in a brown suit into a city to kill someone's wife, a pretty Indian woman. The brown suited woman gets goons to wrap a guitar string around the wife's neck and tie rope around her wrists. Her wrists are wrapped individually and not tied together. She steps into the furnace and attempts to burn the rope off her wrist. When that fails she steps in and little flame clip arts pop up all over her body.

I don't see the effects of fire clip art on the human body. I wake up.

Note: Tom Selleck and the Godfather are not nicknames for real people. Tom is Tom, and the Godfather was a generic mobman.