Don't get me wrong, all of you American-version devotees. I appreciate John Krasinski's awkward good looks and sense of humor. Yes, he is funny and adorable in a dopey kind of way, and I probably wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers. But Martin Freeman..... come ON, Reader.
Come. On.Now, I know what you're thinking: "Kristen, of course you love Martin Freeman. He's short, funny, foreign, and has admitted he'd rather sit on his couch and watch Antique Roadshow than go out and have fun with other people." To which I say, "Precisely. The nearly perfect man."
In addition to his memorable turns in 'The Office', 'Love Actually', 'Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy', and an all-too-brief cameo as Simon Pegg (*squee!*)'s doppelganger in 'Shaun of the Dead', Martin was also in a little gem of a movie called 'The Good Night'. Reader, I'd be willing to stake a week's worth of Post-Its that you have never heard of this movie, let alone have seen it.
It's a bit odd, and admittedly has some rough patches, but I quite enjoyed it. Any movie where the protagonist seeks the sage advice of Danny "Frank Reynolds" DeVito is definitely on the right track. In the film, our friend Martin learns the art of lucid dreaming, and falls in love with the literal woman of his dreams.
I only saw 'The Good Night' once several years ago, but ever since the idea of lucid dreaming has intrigued me. I rarely remember my dreams, but the ones that I do remember are so fascinating and bizarre that I wake up wondering what could possibly have happened next.
Unfortunately, more often than not, these dreams occur during those precious nine minutes between hitting my snooze button and getting up to get ready for work, so I don't have time to let myself fall back asleep and finish the dream. If only I could master lucid dreaming so I could return exactly to where I had left off when I go back to bed at night!
It makes me wonder, Reader, if all of my dreams are so strange or just the ones that happen during my morning snooze. Isn't it a bit odd that I am able to fall into a deep, dream-inducing slumber instantly after being startled awake by my alarm clock, even though insomnia keeps me awake for large chunks of the night?
Maybe the magic is in the snooze button! Oh, magic snooze button, maybe you really do hold the key to all of my problems. At least, my dream problems. I probably need to go seek Danny's wisdom to learn how to go from zero to hero, or how to impregnate Arnold Schwarzenegger and keep Richard Nixon from finding out... now that would make a bizarre dream.
