Dreamed I was reliving the end of my life Groundhog Day-style because I kept getting it wrong. I lived in a post-apocalyptic city and I was in a game of cat and mouse with my husband, a mob boss mayor who looked like John Travolta. Something had happened to him and he’d turned into a three-story-tall green mutant monster who wanted to kill me, and he had foot soldiers to help him.
We were in a parking lot between our apartment and an industrial plant. My mother’s voice told me I had to talk to my dead father, John Hurt. John Hurt’s ghost told me that in order to break the cycle I had to get Jon Travolta to confess his darkest secret, so I formulated a plan and the next time around I put it to work.
I had John Travolta chase me through our apartment so he couldn’t transform into the Hulk. I came down through a window and ran through the doors and into the plant, which was labyrinthine and easy to hide in. I had the upper hand because I could see John Travolta and his henchmen, but they couldn’t see me.
One of the henchman had used something in the plant to make John Travolta tiny and had put him inside something that looked like a highly technical Ziploc bag. This might have been the first step in the process that turned him into the Hulk. I stunned the henchman and grabbed the bag. I told John Travolta that he was going to die if he didn’t confess.
He said “do you remember when I told you my rowing buddies and I would slap each other on the ass?” and then he told me that he and his rowing mate had been in love since he was a boy and they could never tell anyone because no one would trust a gay man to lead them. It was really sad. Then there was a flash and I thought we were going to die forever.
Time reset itself, but instead of running from my husband, I was in the deli where, earlier in the dream, he had killed my friend and the leader of the resistance, a big motherly old black woman named Kelly. It was Kelly’s diner, and she was alive again. John Travolta had never killed her because this time he had decided to build a life with his rowing buddy, and there was no more resistance because he had never taken over the city. Kelly served me a cold can of Coke and a grilled cheese sandwich and it was the best meal I’d ever had.