Russell Brand and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

If the theory that various experiences culminate in our subconscious to produce a dream, then this one makes perfect sense (I’ll explain later):

I am in a hospital, most likely a psychiatric hospital, walking down hallways on three separate floors, looking for a bathroom. I should have taken advantage of the ones I found on the first floor, because all of the other ones have only drapes over them and some of them have no cover or door at all.

Frustrated, I find a bench and sit on it. A man approaches me and talks about how he wants to save the world from the trauma it is experiencing. I see Russell Brand standing at the T crossway and suggest to the man that the person he may want to talk to is standing right in front of him. They talk and I try to listen (I can’t remember any of the conversation), but it soon becomes apparent that we need to leave.

So the man, Russell Brand, a bunch of other patients, and I don some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle type costumes and walk out of the hospital, while staff looks on and smiles, thinking we’d been there to entertain the patients. Only when we start running at the exit do we give away our status and staff starts chasing us.

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And now for the explanation as to why I think I had this dream: 

I watch a lot of documentaries. I particularly enjoy the ones that explain why the government ignores scientific evidence proving ways to better live on this planet and instead invests in special interest groups that invest in them, even if those interest groups are actually hurting our environment. Because, as we all know, the bottom line is not about cleaner air or cleaner energy – the bottom line is about profit – for the special interest groups and for the government officials whom those special interest groups support. Many of those documentaries uncover lies we’ve been led to believe throughout our lifetimes and explain why greed has replaced compassion and contributed to the disparity between the ultra rich and the impoverished as the gap continues to widen. 

I’ve also watched a couple of Russell Brand documentaries, and I watched a movie I hadn’t seen in many years – Benny & Joon, which is probably where the psychiatric hospital part came in. Looking for a bathroom (toilet) most likely means, looking for relief, and the frustration in not being able to relieve myself results in frustration. Frustration results in creative ways to relieve the frustration. And I think that’s where the end of the dream comes.

As far as the TMNT costumes go, I think that because one of my daughters often tells me about dreams she has where she is a warrior and one of my grandkids had a similar dream, I may have incorporated that image into my dream, so that the unknown man, Russell Brand, several psychiatric patients, and I can save our world from – greed, maybe? I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to figure out why we were “committed” in the first place and decide to be “committed” to making our planet a better place for all of us to live.

Russell Brand Prompts Barack and Michelle Obama Dream

Yesterday, after watching a rerun of Russell Brand on The Ellen Show, I started researching the 38-year-old dynamo. The man has so much energy, he could light up New York City just by plugging his nervous system into their power source. I've always believed comedians to be highly intelligent, because they are so quick witted, can assess a situation in a mater of milliseconds, and relate it in a perceptually humorous, but accurately truthful way. 

Whatever comes out of his Russell Brand's mouth doesn't go through filters of any kind. Whereas you might think, "Oh, no, I can't say that because somebody somewhere might get offended," Russell Brand says it anyway.

If you can stretch your imagination, Brand and I have a remote connection. He knows Oliver Stone, because Oliver Stone has produced or will produce Russell Brand's documentary on happiness. A friend of mine, Jim Riordan, worked as a consultant on Oliver Stone's 1991 film, The Doors, after Stone contacted him because Jim wrote, Break on Through, a story about Jim Morrison. Jim then wrote a biography (published in 1995 with Stone's permission and participation) about Oliver Stone, STONE: Biography of Oliver Stone. 

I came across Russell Brand's blog and realized that he is not only highly intelligent, but also very eloquent. He discussed British political figures in his blog, so it wasn't a stretch for my subconscious to consider that he would make a great president (if he wasn't British). He's smart, he's funny, he has so much energy, he could probably finish in a day what it might take a normal person a month to complete, so I'm thinking that's why I went to bed dreaming about President Obama and his wife, Michelle.

Remember, what I am about to relate is a dream. 

In the dream I was working at a previous job and since my birthday falls in the month of July, I was told I could take off half the day (even though the day didn't fall on my birthday, which was confusing to me, but when you're told you can take time off, you don't question why).

But then suddenly I am babysitting for five of my grandchildren and President Barack Obama and his wife Michelle stop by. I'm in a manufactured home that belongs to – somebody – maybe one of my kids (in the dream world, some things are unfamiliar, but for some reason they make perfect sense in a dream). Michelle sits down next to me on the couch and looks around.

"I could make this work," she tells me. 

I look around too. "Sure. You could just line the walls with shelves and you could make it work."

Leaving now seems inappropriate, but I really want time off, so I go outside and I see the president sitting on one of the upper bleachers (apparently the back yard of this particular manufactured home is a stadium) with his feet dangling over the edge, and I see him surrounded by folders. He is obviously working. Now I think, well, I can't leave the kids with Michelle, but again, I really want some time off and I figure she can handle it.

Real life intruded my dream at this point when my grandson, Zac, climbed into bed with me to tell me his daddy had gone to work.

As I mentioned above, I can see why thinking of Russell Brand would automatically trigger my brain to dream of Barack and Michelle Obama. Can you see the connection?

Maybe you are trying to figure out why you've had a certain dream. Go back through your day. Thoughts you've had throughout the day trigger connections that result in dreams – as you can see by my brain's response to the thought about Russell Brand becoming president. Do you have a weird dream you'd like to share? Send it to weirddreams@mail.com.

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Photo of Russell Brand: Author, Eva Rinaldi from Sydney Australia

Photo of President and Michelle Obama – wikimedia commons