Late
on the evening of 8/2/13, I watched a number of previews, including a
ten-minute clip of a Lindsay Lohan movie. The boyfriend in the movie had an
image of her on his smartphone, naked (the review I had read of the movie did
not warn of any nudity). The clip ended before any large-screen nudity.
photo by Christopher Macsurak
That
night I had an odd dream. I went to a new mall with tall windows to one side
that allowed in tinted sunlight. The Sbarro there was so new, they didn’t have
their menu up. A woman there suggested an $11.00 combo lunch which I ordered,
then regretted paying too much for it. Before my lunch was ready, I looked at
my smart phone. A number of images of Lindsay Lohan played on it every few
seconds—none of them nude, but artistically suggesting she could be. I realized
my watching the preview last night had allowed an app to be placed on my phone,
making the images play. I was getting a little embarrassed because people were
nearby in the Sbarro area, but I could not find any way to remove the app.
At
some point I realized this was a dream and willed myself to wake up. I clicked
the night light on the head of my bed, but it didn’t come on. I realized the
power had gone out. I grabbed my clock, which is battery powered, but had a
hard time seeing what time it was. After repeated efforts to tell the time, I
woke up.
The
entire experience had been a dream, including my waking up and deciding the
power was out.
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