For the first time in a long time, I had a bona fide nightmare.
I was a guest on a late night talk show and was being asked if I would ever have sex for money, but before I could answer I “woke up.” Yes, it was a dream within a dream.
When I woke up I was in sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Can’t tell you much about the room because it was dark, but it seemed bare and unfamiliar. A holographic image of James Franco was standing over me. He had one leg on either side of me, standing on top of the bed looking straight ahead beyond me. I yelped and said, “Who the fuck are you?” and suddenly he disappeared and reappeared sitting in a lit corner of the room to my left hugging his knees to his chest.
I got up on the right-hand side of the bed and grabbed my phone, which was exactly the same one I have now (same screensaver and everything), and prepared to call 911. I even slapped myself on the face and said, “C’mon, Lizzie, wake up...” and I swear I FELT the slap. He then suddenly reappeared behind me and his nose was bloody—so much so that the streams of blood covered his entire mouth and chin—and he said, “You know who I am” while I screamed repeatedly.
I kept backing up as he continued to approach me and held my right hand up ready to punch him square in the face. Somewhere deep down though I knew he wasn’t real… That’s when I heard Ana calling, “Mommy? Mommy, are you okay?” and woke up in this reality.
I don’t particularly like James Franco. I don’t dislike him either, but I don’t understand how or why he would seep into my subconscious. Also not sure what he could symbolize. Funny thing is, he was sort of glowing throughout the whole thing, almost like he was a ghost.
I doubt I’ll be able to find a distinct interpretation of this on a dream website, but what in the holy fuck could this mean? Better question, why do humans have to attach meaning to everything? Maybe everything is “meant” to be random and crazy.
