Dream Log #2

This dream is a little simpler than the last. It's basically a nightmare in which Ashton Kutcher has become a celebrated novelist. At the point where I encounter him, he's written three books, all of which have been quite successful and critically respected. I don't know the details of the first and third, but the second book is a remake of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. He had starred in the film adaption of the book, and then he had written his own version of the story, stripping away the actual intellectual content and replacing it with pseudo-intellectualism that appeals to people my dream-self considers half-wits. Whether or not the book has any intellectual merit, my waking self is left to speculate. It's also of note that he has three books. There was one book acclaimed before the remake of the Kundera classic, and then another book written after and well received. He's solidly established.

When I actually meet Kutcher, we're in a large green field with trees, which I take to be a golf course. We're not golfing, and it seems like maybe there are some buildings somewhere behind us, but nowhere within the frame of my view. He's sitting on a fence, talking to some high school girls, and within moments they're fondling him through his pink and yellow plaid shorts while he half-heartedly discourages them. It's at this point that I wake from the dream, wide-eyed and upset.