A Product of Too Much TV

I have always been one to have wild, technicolour dreams - and for the most part - there's nary a bad one in the bunch.

Over the weekend I had just the TV comedy/drama everyone likes to see. For starters Alec Baldwin was my father, and he and his second wife were living next door to the house I was living in. He'd bought the house I was living in, and shared with my twin brother. (In real life I don't have a twin brother). Our mother had passed away at an indeterminate time, and under indeterminate reasons, along with all that deep background information you innately know when you're dreaming.

My father (Alex Baldwin - who in reality is only three years older than me, but for some reason he was older and I was much much younger than our actual ages) had talked me into having a dinner party for people he'd like me to cook for - my brother and his girlfriend, Dad and Mrs. #2, two other people who I didn't know, and a mysterious date for me.

Dad was trying to hook me up with a business associate, and little did I know - until the gentleman arrived at the door - that the young, eligible, stinking rich, bachelor was in a wheel chair.


The dinner party itself went fine, although I remember feeling like I was being pushed into something with Nick (said wheelchair date), but he was quite comfortable with whole experience. We were all acting like one big happy family - with Alec Baldwin holding court.

Later in the dream it was revealed that Nick was not in fact a paraplegic, but had had a serious accident and was only chair-bound in the short term until his rehab kicked in. I was being tested to see if I had prejudices again handi-capable people. All of this was not revealed to me until after many subsequent dates, and assurances of our mutual affections.

Then I woke up.

Now tell me .... could you write a better 'made-for-tv'movie or what?