My dream turned from a sci-fi space shooter-type video game into a modern-day comedy heist movie in which I was partners in crime with Zach Braff. For some reason, we were infiltrating a house party at a mansion (that was also a huge hotel) owned by Robert De Niro. I talked to Chers daughter after walking past Lindsay Lohan, who was alone and looking distinctly schlumpy and distraught. Robert Deniros son was Jonah Hill, who had a heart attack and dropped dead while kicking the shit out of a nearly-unconscious Zach Braff [or was it Justin Long?]. As far as I can remember, none of these individuals were picky eaters or referred to vegetables as rabbit food in my dream
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 16:07:45 +0000