My dreams frequently have cheesy action sequences because I love cheesy action movies. For example, a recurring sequence is having to escape a city or situation because I’m on the run from the mob/aliens/the government/etc.
Anyway, last night in my dream I’m running through the back allies of a heightened reality Big Trouble in Little China type of China Town and I hit a dead end. I’m totally fucked, unless… wait – that black string hanging above me looks familiar.
I pull it, and a rope ladder descends. This is instantly familiar to me, so I hold on, it pulls me up, and a window opens a crack, just enough to see a ninja (and side note: in this dream the ninja is for some reason dressed like a mummy). The ninja says “Password? – wait, Jacob?”
And with swift ninja strength, he pulls me inside his ninja hide out and reveals himself to be my friend Clay Larsen.
The ninja hideout, by the way, is basically just an adult tree house with a bunch of nerds in their 20s and 30s playing board games, reading comic books, and playing old school NES. Here is what I remember of the actual* dialogue exchange between me and Clay.
Me: Holy shit! I completely forgot about Ninja Club. You still do this?
Clay: Never forget, man. Once a ninja, always a ninja. Want a beer?
Me: I’m glad the hideout was still here, and that you happened to be here!
Clay: Oh, I come by a couple times a week. Dues are $7 a month or $15 a month for video game privileges. Are you interested? I can tell Master you wanna join.
Me: Um… I’ll think about it.
(trash cans clatter outside, the mob/aliens/g-men have found me!)
Me: Gotta go, later Clay!
Clay: Take the ninja-mobile!
*actual within this fictitious dream I made up in my head