Starr's Dream Collection

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting on my basement couch with Robert Downey Jr. We're in some sort of secret club together. Upstairs, there's an enemy club. They have horses and seem to be taking this whole "club vs. club" thing very seriously. After a while of sitting in my basement, I have a quick conversation with Robert that goes something like this:

Me: Robert, if we don't get food soon, we're going to starve and die down here.
RDJ: You're right...we just might.
Me: ...well?
RDJ: What?
Me: Go upstairs and get some food.
RDJ: Oh. Of course. Okay, be right back.

Robert stands up and goes upstairs to get food from the kitchen, and even though he says he'll be right back, I know he's going to get into some sort of trouble. After a while of waiting, I decide to go upstairs and check on him. I walk through my kitchen and into my living room, where I arrive just in time to see Robert, sitting on an emu, trying to lead the enemy club members into my kitchen. I hear him say, "Oh, so sorry, gentlemen...I'm afraid we'll have to stop here. My emu can't fit through this door." One of the club members responds with, "No...you can't go through because you're from the enemy side, aren't you?! You carry the mark!"

Then they knocked him off the emu so he was unconscious on the ground. I don't know what happened to the emu...it kind of...disappeared? Anyways, I run over to Robert and say, "What happened?! Why did you hurt him?!" One of them says, "He tried to fool us into going into your territory. He posed as one of us." I just sighed. Typical Robert. I ended up having to wash some purple ink off of his hand (which I guess is our club mark) as he gradually regains consciousness.

Umm...if there's one thing I learned from this dream, I guess it's to never trust Robert Downey Jr. to go on a simple trip to the kitchen because it will always end badly. Important life lessons here, people.