Dreaming my Dreams

I had the weirdest dream last night/this morning. I was watching an old movie from the '70s, and the plot seemed to involve a group of about ten young men who were very tan in that weird kind of orangey Technicolor way of the 70s, and they were all running around naked through the streets of the San Fernando Valley. They were all high, so they were just laughing and goofing around and running from this barrage of police cars that were trying to cut them off. As they were running they were cupping their hands over their naughty bits, but sometimes they would have to jump, say, across a ditch or something, and there would be this whole nads-swinging-in-the-air thing going on. At one point one of them turned to another and said, "This is the best Googlewatch ever!" Which even in my dream I thought was kind of incongruous. I mean, Google? In the 70s? And in my dream I got distracted from the movie and started to deconstruct the word "Google," making the connection between "go ogle" and "watch." But then I was drawn back to the movie because one of the young men had fallen and was lying down and there was a close-up of him and I said, "Oh my God, is that a young Ted Danson?" and it was.

The end.