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Kate Hudson and the Terrorists Dream
Aug. 22nd, 2005 11:59 pmUpdate for Monday, August 22.
I worked through the morning, then took a brief nap, then worked through the afternoon, then took what was supposed to be a nap but turned into a full-fledged sleep. Since I had my alarm periodically going off during this time, I had a series of vivid but memorable dreams.
The worst one had something to do with my being on vacation, and getting shuffled onto a plane set for Iran by terrorists, from some foreign airport. I'm unclear on the details, but they did something that sufficiently cowed me into letting them get me on the plane (which is a convenient gap in dream logic, as I would never cooperate with somebody kidnapping me, especially not if they were trying to move me to a new location. New kidnapping locations pretty much equal death in all situations).
I have a vivid flash of a memory of being hustled onto a plane that was about a third full, and passing a row where Kate Hudson (yes, Kate Hudson), was sitting between two of the men and freaking out. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and started to beg me for forgiveness, calling me by name. My thought process went something like: Hey, there's Kate Hudson! Wait, I'm not friends with Kate Hudson. She must be playing my friend in this dream. But it never occurred to me to get out of the dream, I just accepted that Kade Hudson was going to be playing the role of my betraying friend, and that was that.
I got shoved into the row in front of her, and twisted around in my seat.
"Did you have something to do with this?" I snarled at her.
"Christina, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd get involved," she sobbed. "Please cooperate, or they'll hurt us!"
"You fucking coward," I said. I surged to my feet and opened my mouth to scream, but the scene suddenly goes black.
The next thing I know, I'm groggily being hauled to my feet and off the plane, unable to wake up enough to think about the situation. Kate Hudson forces me into a bathroom and gets me dressed in a chador, at which point I splash some water on my face and manage to get myself a little more alert. I look around for my purse (which has my ID, money, etc), but the terrorists have it.
I punch Kate Hudson in the stomach and manage to get out another entrance to the bathroom - only to find myself in an Iranian airport with no ID, no money, and native men who are looking for me. Then follows a lot of running around, trying to find somebody who can help me, even though I can't speak the language, don't have the money for a phone, or ID, and I can't find a man who will talk to me and take me seriously.
It was pretty awful.
I ended up waking up close to midnight, just in time to watch The Closer. It was a solidly entertaining episode that stayed one step ahead of me this time. The only beef I had with this particular episode was Brenda's attitude about what the FBI might do to the people in their custody - I seriously doubt a CIA-trained interrogator would have such a weak stomach about torture.
I mean, sure, physical torture is an out-and-out no-no, but there are a lot of things that interrogators can legally do without bringing up Geneva Convention issues, things that teeter on the point of being inhumane, and from there it's not much of a jump to physical coercion. Or maybe she'd gone to far once, or seen somebody else go too far, and it turned her stomach. I don't know - but I thought that was a wrong note to play on the show.
I worked through the morning, then took a brief nap, then worked through the afternoon, then took what was supposed to be a nap but turned into a full-fledged sleep. Since I had my alarm periodically going off during this time, I had a series of vivid but memorable dreams.
The worst one had something to do with my being on vacation, and getting shuffled onto a plane set for Iran by terrorists, from some foreign airport. I'm unclear on the details, but they did something that sufficiently cowed me into letting them get me on the plane (which is a convenient gap in dream logic, as I would never cooperate with somebody kidnapping me, especially not if they were trying to move me to a new location. New kidnapping locations pretty much equal death in all situations).
I have a vivid flash of a memory of being hustled onto a plane that was about a third full, and passing a row where Kate Hudson (yes, Kate Hudson), was sitting between two of the men and freaking out. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, and started to beg me for forgiveness, calling me by name. My thought process went something like: Hey, there's Kate Hudson! Wait, I'm not friends with Kate Hudson. She must be playing my friend in this dream. But it never occurred to me to get out of the dream, I just accepted that Kade Hudson was going to be playing the role of my betraying friend, and that was that.
I got shoved into the row in front of her, and twisted around in my seat.
"Did you have something to do with this?" I snarled at her.
"Christina, I'm so sorry, I didn't think you'd get involved," she sobbed. "Please cooperate, or they'll hurt us!"
"You fucking coward," I said. I surged to my feet and opened my mouth to scream, but the scene suddenly goes black.
The next thing I know, I'm groggily being hauled to my feet and off the plane, unable to wake up enough to think about the situation. Kate Hudson forces me into a bathroom and gets me dressed in a chador, at which point I splash some water on my face and manage to get myself a little more alert. I look around for my purse (which has my ID, money, etc), but the terrorists have it.
I punch Kate Hudson in the stomach and manage to get out another entrance to the bathroom - only to find myself in an Iranian airport with no ID, no money, and native men who are looking for me. Then follows a lot of running around, trying to find somebody who can help me, even though I can't speak the language, don't have the money for a phone, or ID, and I can't find a man who will talk to me and take me seriously.
It was pretty awful.
I ended up waking up close to midnight, just in time to watch The Closer. It was a solidly entertaining episode that stayed one step ahead of me this time. The only beef I had with this particular episode was Brenda's attitude about what the FBI might do to the people in their custody - I seriously doubt a CIA-trained interrogator would have such a weak stomach about torture.
I mean, sure, physical torture is an out-and-out no-no, but there are a lot of things that interrogators can legally do without bringing up Geneva Convention issues, things that teeter on the point of being inhumane, and from there it's not much of a jump to physical coercion. Or maybe she'd gone to far once, or seen somebody else go too far, and it turned her stomach. I don't know - but I thought that was a wrong note to play on the show.
