First, let me say that I laughed out loud when I came across the above image of a dream catcher. For those of you following my posts, you know that’s the last thing I need…haha!
Anyway, time to move on. As if the mind blowing concepts in the last dream post weren’t enough, the vastness between dream-time and waking life is closing in fast. After choosing door number two in Going Beyond Dream State, I had a dream where I heard a name. Sensing it was important, I made a note on my phone when I awoke in the middle of the night. Sleepily, I typed in what I thought I heard – Timothy Scheible. Having never heard the name, I got up, peed, and went back to bed.
Apparently, I had the name wrong and it was important that I get it right. After falling back asleep, which wasn’t easy, due to the dog and cat that had invaded my side of the bed, the name was spelled out in big black letters across a screen. Timothee HAL Chalamet. HAL was emphasized, along with Timothee having two E’s.
I don’t remember more about that dream other than a few bizarre images that had become typical nighttime-type stuff, like throwing out golden lassos and hundreds of butterflies flying out of my chest. I do, however, remember the holy-shit moment I had when I googled the name Timothee Chalamet. I was familiar with it from the Golden Globes. He had been nominated for a movie I had never heard of. To this day, I still can’t remember the name. Yet, just as I typed that an aha moment struck me. Holy Shit, again! The movie name is CALL ME BY MY NAME. Why is that relevant, not a clue. I’m also not sure if that relates to the aforementioned holy-shit moment I haven’t explained yet.
Before I continue, let me step back for a minute. After reading ALL of the movie dreams posts leading up to this, you may think that I’m obsessed with celebrities. The funny thing is that I’m not. I love movies, but I don’t follow celebrity gossip or keep up with the who’s who of the Hollywood crowd. My kids make fun of me because I’m clueless when it comes to hip happenings. That said, over the past five-or-so years celebrities have come to me in my dreams for various reasons. Sometimes, I feel like I’m counseling them.
One example was a handsome, rugged star whom was wearing bright pink lipstick and women’s panties. He was afraid to be his authentic self. Thinking back, it’s not always celebrities, sometimes it’s politicians and world leaders. In many cases, as in the Timothee dream, I’m not familiar with the person in my waking life until I Google their name. And, in regard to Benedict Cumberbatch, it still makes me laugh that I chose to cast James McAvoy, yet Benedict persistently comes back. If you’re not familiar with that storyline, check out Benedict Cumberbatch’s Pot and the links to the follow-up posts below.
Without diving into Freudian thoughts of what my dreams mean, or deciphering whether that last paragraph was my ego hoping I don’t sound too crazy – I know, it’s too late for that, for which I don’t really care, I wouldn’t be sharing if I did – let me get back to Timothee. When I Googled Timothee Chalamet the top result that popped up was Wikepedia. I skipped that and clicked on IMBD. That is when I thought, there is no flippin’ way I could make this shit up. The actor, Timothee Chalamet’s middle name is HAL.
My son also reminded that the creepy, psycho-pathic computer in 2001: A Space Odyssey is also named HAL. In which case, HAL is an algorithm for Heuristically programmed Algorithmic computer. Yes, most of the time my family thinks I’m crazy. Thankfully, they love me anyway!
Fast forward to the next day. Unaware of anyone in the cast, other than recognizing Christian Bale and that beautiful blonde woman from the preview, I went to see the movie Hostiles. Guess who was in it? Timothee Hal Chalamet. Coincidence? I’ll let you decide.
Where the heck is all this leading? I’m going to keep following the path. I’ll keep you posted on where it takes me next!
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