"I'm Writing the Nightmare on Elm Street Remake, You Motherfuckers!!!"

... is totally what I'd say if it were true. But it's not.

Here are some stills of Tom Cruise losing a wrestling match in Oliver Stone's "Born on the 4th of July":




I had three distinct nightmares last night. Woke up after each one. I only really remember the endings of them, right before I wake up.

My nightmares tend to take place in my actual apartment.

In the first nightmare, I "wake up" and someone is bending down toward me, about to bury a knife in me. I manage to grab his arm and sink the blade into his throat.

In the second nightmare, I'm passively watching a scene of a man in a room, being told by some unseen voice that he is about to be shown the face of hell. Suddenly, I'm the man in the room and I get a horrible feeling. I then "wake up" in my apartment, and there is some sort of mask lying next to me in my bed. As I look at it, it smiles and turns toward me.

In the third nightmare, I get a call on my cell. I look at the caller ID: it's my ex. With dread, I answer it. It's her monotone, business-like voice, which I detest. She wants money.

And then I wake up...