I was with someone, Alison, I think. We had a choice of two movies to see, both seemed good. We chose a fantasy adventure. It wasn't really a movie, but an environment which we entered, walking up a trail into some woods. Flying animals zoomed by, firing arrows or something like arrows, lightning bolts maybe. It was all great fun, and stunningly beautiful, because even though we were not watching it on a screen but actually walking through it, we were not in it either, we were not elements in the movie if that makes any sense. We were spectators.
Other vague events lead to our meeting up with Jerry Seinfeld, who took us on the Seinfeld Tour, a series of rooms which were sets/scenes from various episodes of "Seinfeld."
The details were rich: a bureau with Jerry's watch and wallet on it, and a silver bracelet he wore (I don't recall ever seeing him wear one on the show, but it was there); a table and chairs in a dining room, all well appointed and detailed; other rooms, hallways, shops, etc.
Here's the best part: Jerry told us that everything we saw: walls, carpet, furniture, plates, Jerry's watch, kitchen gadgets, even his silver bracelet, EVERYTHING was made of chocolate and we could help ourselves to any of it. I took a bite of his Palm Pilot and it was a delicious chocolate cake with cream filling. I broke off a corner of the table, a piece of thick rich dark chocolate. Sure enough everything was good quality chocolate and we ate what we pleased. Other "Seinfeld" characters drifted in and out as we walked through the rooms.
Disturbing and startling was that it all seemed very vivid and real.
That, and wondering where the hell this stuff came from.
How did all this shit get into my head?
That's it.
Oh, and a few exploding mailboxes, but I have a pretty good idea where that came from.
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