Not allowed to dream anymore...

[digital_opium]

So I had this dream...

The Four Horsemen from Highlander were in it.

Dressed as the Village People.

Methos might have been the Indian. With a mohawk. Just a little.

So anyway, the real Village people appear. And suddenly it's all Mad Max post-apocalyptic...

Blood and guts and fighting and Methos deciding that they all needed floor length ball gowns and death and destruction. And do you know why there was a war between the faux Village people and the real ones?

Yes, you guessed it. Because there can be only one... Village People.


Clearly, a mind is a terrible thing to waste. *mumbles*

Comments

[luvnick62.livejournal.com]

ROFL!!

I'm sorry, but that's very entertaining and I would acutally pay to see that made into a movie...

I like your dream much better than mine! (I parked my car in a parking structure and came back to find it totalled.)

[luvnick62.livejournal.com]

Um...both acutally pay and ACTUALLY pay.

I like making up my own words. It makes me feel very cromulent.

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

Making up words is fun! I'm planning on inventing my own language. *nodnod*

[luvnick62.livejournal.com]

That's excellent. I imagine it could be a lot of fun to make up an entire language.

And, YES, the VP would have to do the soundtrack! Oooooh!! Hmm, I think you have the beginning of a pitch here.

[digital-opium.livejournal.com]

Ooh. Parking garages are scary! I hate he feeling when you walk through them and you can feel the rumbly under your feet... Icky!

I'd like to see this made into a movie, actually... Of course, the Village People would HAVE to do the soundtrack.