Naeem's Blog

I had the weirdest dream last night. I was sitting with Matt Dillon.

I told you it was crazy weird.

Not sure why or how (it may have to do with the Outsiders being my all-time favorite film, but I haven’t watched it in years so why the hell was he in my dreams?!), but he was chillin’ with a few of us and before he got up to leave, I approached him for an autograph.

But then out of nowhere, I got misty-eyed and said the following:

"You know what’s so sad about our times. People will spend an hour or two watching your movie characters and be so moved and inspired by them. Sometimes we’ll even alter our life by the life-altering emotions that are called upon during our 'time' together. And then when we actually see them, we’ll feel so enamored by their effects on our lives that we must get their autograph. Or we must get a stamp of their acknowledgement of our existence. Such is the way of celebrity worship.

But when is the last time we approached our parents and asked them for their autographs? Aren’t they the ones who have truly made a mark on our lives? Haven’t they inspired and moved us to become who and what we are? Don’t they deserve our celebrity worship?"

And then I woke up.

I wonder what Dallas, I mean Matt Dillon would have said. Probably something along the lines of "You’re absolutely right, but you’re also a dork for dreaming about me."

(Then I would probably reply, "Listen here mister, I wasn't dreaming about you. I merely had a dream with you in it. Big difference buddy!")