#MondayMorningMusic – Queen – We Are the Champions

A Man and his Skull…
Sklmsta [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I had a dream about Mike Rowe the other night. Wasn’t a sex dream (though I wouldn’t have complained about that), but rather a dream about acceptance. He was who he was (or, rather, how I imagine him to be, that is not exceedingly different from his public persona – witty, and charming, and the teeniest bit crass. The type of person who what you see is what you get.) As for me, I was my usual goofy, scatterbrained self, easily sidetracked down rabbit holes.

Anyway, in this dream Mike (why wouldn’t we be on a first name basis?) and I lived in an apartment building, but the apartments were more like upper-end-of-affordable hotel rooms, but much larger. Anyway, Mike and I hung out, flirting the way you do when you like someone but no haven’t admitted it to the other, and he ultimately asked me out on a date. (I *so* wouldn’t complain about this, either… Ha!)

For some inexplicable reason, he waited in his car while I went to go put shoes on. I went from adding shoes to changing clothes to looking for a restroom – which involved walking down a city street and finding a place marketed for mothers and their children, which led to playgrounds and an inability to find my way out – forgetting about poor Mike sitting in the car waiting for me. At some point, I checked my phone and he’d sent text after text of funny memes and jokes and the like, poking good-hearted fun at my squirrel chasing and encouraged me to meet him back at the apartments. I felt awful about forgetting him, but felt even worse when I looked down and realized I was wearing two different shoes (a Doc Marten on one foot and a Chuck Taylor on the other, for what that’s worth).

In the end, I raced back to the apartments to meet Mike. We hugged and went a bit curly (K.J. speak for getting cuddly) and just laughed and laughed and laughed.

When I woke up, feeling decided much more like myself, I realized two things – 1 – I should always fall asleep watching something Mike Rowe narrates (in this case, an episode of How the Universe Works) if it means I’ll have dreams about him, and 2 – this dream is a variation on a recent theme.

See, I got to watching the Pitch Perfect movies recently – I’d seen bits and pieces of the first, but had never gotten around to watching the whole thing. And I’d wanted to see the second, because of Flula Borg (I don’t watch his videos often, but when I do, they always crack me up, having grown up in Germany and all.) It was after seeing the Pitch Perfect 2, and through the snot tears and happy feels, that it reminded me of one of my favorite movies from back in the day, Revenge of the Nerds

Obviously, the two don’t have the same story line, but I love fun, clever movies where the underdogs come out on top after struggling against what seems like insurmountable odds.

The end of Revenge of the Nerds where Louis and Gilbert and the crew rock out at the talent show is one of my favorite movie scenes ever.

But it’s the song that plays after the Lambda Lambda Lambdas drop from their absolute high to the lowest of the low that always gets me. I always think of the movie when I hear the song, and I always think of the song when I watch the movie.

I’m including the final bit of the movie, so it’s a bit before the song comes in, but seriously… who doesn’t love We are the Champions by Queen?

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6 Responses to #MondayMorningMusic – Queen – We Are the Champions

  1. I very rarely remember my dreams, but when I do, they usually work like yours and I’m in a million different places with no idea how I got there. 🙂

    • K.J. Pierce says:

      Hi, Jennifer! 🙂

      Like you, I very rarely remember my dreams, so when I do it’s always exciting and they’re always weird.

  2. cb clark says:

    You have a terrific dream life. Try and remember what you ate and eat it again. All the best.

    • K.J. Pierce says:

      Thanks, CB. I wish my dream life was terrific. Used to dream *all* the time, but that hasn’t been the case for years. Sadly. I’d *love* to dream about Mike Rowe all the time. He’s, well, dreamy. 🙂

  3. Mary Morgan says:

    When I dream, it’s in vivid color and haunts me during the day. I loved hearing about yours! There’s the start of a story there… “We are the Champions” is one of my favorites. Thanks for sharing. 🙂

    • K.J. Pierce says:

      Hi, Mary. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to be haunted by dreams. I did have a recurring nightmare when I was a kid that’s stuck with me (and that I remember in full), but not so much since then. It’s probably better that way. 🙂 You might be right… there might be a story in there somewhere…

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