As some people on this board know, I have dreams…strange dreams…dreams that insinuate themselves into my real life and manifest as short stories…tattoo designs…and indeed…screen names for general information message boards.
Sometimes I dream about things and I can never quite get them out of my head…and now that has lead to a strange tangent.
For I have had a dream that I was betrothed to The Rock in some ancient far off land where I was forced to wear Burqua’s and live in a blood red mansion.
I don’t like the Rock.
I don’t like wrestling.
But now…I fear…I’m going to have to go see The Scorpion King, no matter how hard I try not to.
And so I need someone to help justify my attendance to this crazy little film, lest I sully my ultra cool, edgy reputation.