the blue of your eyes ws infinite
you seemed to be
in love with me
which isn't very realistic
- Magnetic Fields
Had a weird dream last night and was inspired to post it by hearing that lyric on the way home from getting my headlight replaced this morning.
I was dreaming about a movie, strangely enough. It starred John Cusack, Matthew Broderick and Dustin Hoffman. There was also a female lead, but I don't remember exactly who. All I can remember from the dream is that she was blonde and buxom and a mild source of tension between best friends Matthew Broderick and John Cusack. She's married to Matthew. Matthew and John buy an abandoned motel togteher withthe intent of restoring it and opening it. Dustin Hoffman comes with the place, he's the gardener. He doesn't work for them, he didn't work for the previous owners, he just tends the garden and does all the yardwork whether they want him to or not.
The motel was called the Happenstance Motel when they got it and they kept the name. The place is run down except for the beautiful grounds.
Much of the rest of the dream is quite vague, but I do remember a trio of seemingly bumbling college students that work for them and manage to accidently do all their work correctly. Like falling while carrying the large floor mats for inside the main doors and having them unroll perfectly in place.
There's also a bit where, for some reason, Matthew, John and 2 of the college students have a band. The cover a Weezer song and I realize Matthew has a really good singing voice. He also plays the drums.
Oh, and Woody Allen is the director.
The only dialog I remember:
J: We'll need a vacation when this is done
M: We won't have time for a vacation, we have to open the place
J: So we rotate vacation time and the third person stays to run the place
M: Just one of us stays?
J: Sure, the staff will take care of most of the real work, we just run the desk and the books.
M: It won't work, there's too much to do
J: Look, first you and I go on vacation, then you two (gesturing at M's wife as she walks down the spiral stairs into the garden) go on vacation and then she and I go on vacation.
M: What? No, no way you two go on vacation without me.
J: Aw, that's sweet, you want me all to yourself. C'mere sweet buns, gimmie some sugar. (starts walking toward M, hands making butt grabbing gestures)
M: (Moving faster and faster) Get away from me! (Laughing) Stop it!
Then the alarm went off.