Kenneth Branagh and Double Entendres
I often have weird very vivid dreams. I used to keep a dream diary until it got to be too much work to write down every dream and figure out its meaning. But occasionally I’ll talk about the really strange ones, like the time I ate my fingers because they where Cheetos, or ones that had people in them who will think it is funny, like the following.
Me: OH MY GOD?! I had the weirdest dream about us!!!
Sara: You? What? I’m shocked. SHOCKED, I SAY!
See how incredibly unhelpful some people can be when you’ve told them every strange dream you’ve ever had?
I maybe also stuck my tongue out at the computer. I’m actually a very mature person, though you wouldn’t know it from my conversations with Sara. (And no, I’m not making a double entendre regarding my boobs). Internets people, I was in court today and spoke before a judge and all, even got my motion granted. So…. very mature. (Did you know that the legal profession still uses carbon copies? Yes, we do. Not only am I mature, but I am not part of an elite group of stodgy old-fashioned people.)
Me: Uh, huh. It had boys in it …..
Sara: Do share!
Me: For both of us.
Sara: What?? No way!
Sara recently started hanging out with a boy and we have an inside joke that we can’t ever seem to be in a relationship at the same time as each other. It cosmically upsets the universe or something.
Me: The dream had your boy in it, but I couldn’t remember his name. He introduced himself to my mother as Henry Trynwayny.
Me: Immediately after that I turned to you and said, “Wait is his name Brad?” You went, “I don’t remember his name either! No, I think it’s Jason.” I said, “Let’s just call him Tyranny.”
Me: I know, right? And that wasn’t a typo on my part, I really said Tyranny.
I decided to look up what this might mean because this was the pivotal point to the dream. Unfortunately, the word is not defined by my dream dictionary online. Dang it! However, tyranny is defined as, “Extreme harshness or severity; rigor. . . . .” Maybe this one is a double entendre?
Me: My mom overheard us talking and told us, “He said his name was Henry!” Then when I woke up I thought, ‘His name is not Henry, I just keep thinking it is. But it is from Henry V. Oh right, Kenneth Branagh. His name is Kenny!