I’m driving a ’57 Chevy through Brooklyn at four o’clock in the afternoon. The sun beats bullets on the asphalt that pool into mini metal ponds on the horizon. I smell coconut toasting, probably from a sweaty vendor on Flatbush, and I hear a sermon in Spanish coming from a loudspeaker on the sidewalk.

Suddenly, Al Pacino steps into the street. He’s wearing a plaid trench coat, which he opens to remove two machine guns.

He aims at me, so I gun the Chevy. It roars like a steel-toed boot.

I have no choice but to run him over.

So I do.

I can feel the snap of his neck as it smashes into the windshield, then the tha-thud thud thud of his body as it rolls over the roof of my car.

Ssssssssss.

Air deflates somewhere.

I look back. He’s dead. So I drive off.

I go home and burn my robe.

It’s plaid.

I wake up crying. Diane Keaton is on my mind. She loved him so.

Did he love her?

I want to know.

So I go back to sleep.

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When she isn't making movies or music, DUCKY WILSON serves as a spy for the Bokonon Underground Army, living by the foma that makes her brave and kind and healthy and happy. Her poetry has been published in several literary magazines, none of which you've ever read, and her nonfiction work can be read exclusively on The Nervous Breakdown. Currently, she is in development on her next film, an offbeat musical about misfits looking to belong.

One response to “Dream a Little Dream With Me”

  1. ducky says:

    Comment by Irene Zion (Lenore’s Mom)
    2009-07-09 10:30:53
    Ducky,

    Don’t fret! Al Pacino is still alive and well and I’m sure that Diane Keaton is fine too.
    If you still have that car, you can probably sell it for a LOT of money.
    That’s not a dream. It’s a nightmare.

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 08:02:20
    Oh, how I wish my nightmares were that easy.

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    Comment by David Breithaupt
    2009-07-09 11:24:54
    I had that dream once. Diane jilted him.

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 08:02:44
    Did she?

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    Comment by Simon Smithson
    2009-07-09 12:41:37
    Interesting fact: Michael Keaton named himself (stage-name-wise) after Diane Keaton, as there was already an actor out there with his real name: Michael Douglas.

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 08:03:37
    Thanks! I love this kind of trivia.

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    Comment by Irene Zion (Lenore’s Mom)
    2009-07-09 13:28:36
    Simon!
    You are SO smart!
    When are you arriving for the bad-ass duel?

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    Comment by Simon Smithson
    2009-07-09 14:26:06
    Well, yes, that’s undeniable. Also, I used to work for an entertainment company, and I get bored quite easily. Thankfully, IMDB is always there.

    I don’t know! The smouldering embers of my desire to be back in America have been fanned into a flame lately. But it’s going to take some doing.

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    Comment by norm Rock
    2009-07-09 17:15:22
    I once dreamed that a hamburger was eating me!!

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 08:04:31
    Sounds like the makings of a future TNB post.

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    Comment by oksana marafioti
    2009-07-09 17:52:04
    Sweet!
    I met Al Pacino on the set of Ocean’s 13. He was very polite, kind of short, and was not wearing plaid. The next time I come across Al, I’ll make sure to ask him about those machine guns.

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 08:01:18
    Oh, I hope I never meet him. I actually adore the man and want to keep it that way. I’d never want anything to ruin my feelings about the movie “Scarecrow.” Or “Dog Day Afternoon.”
    I’ve met a few of these kind – celebs – whatever – they usually disappoint and then I can’t separate them from their work.

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    Comment by D.R. Haney
    2009-07-10 21:15:12
    I met Pacino twice, through Sully Boyar, who played the bank manager in Dog Day Afternoon. I blogged about it here at TNB in a piece that was mostly about Norman Mailer.

    I somehow see this dream as having been inspired by Scarface, so the possible inclusion of Diane Keaton was, for me, like a mixing of metaphors.

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    Comment by David S. Wills
    2009-07-09 19:00:08
    That’s a really nice opening paragraph!

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 07:58:21
    Thanks. They don’t come easy. It probably began as four pages.
    The craft is not in writing; it’s in editing.

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    Comment by John Box
    2009-07-09 19:48:33
    Excellente! That’s Spanish for ‘nice fuckin’ story, dude!’

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 07:56:44
    Gracias amigo!

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    Comment by Kimberly M. Wetherell
    2009-07-09 22:50:41
    The car is your career (bitchin’ and you are driving)
    Pacino represents all those bastards in your way (talented though they may be)
    The trench coat/robe is the pretense we hate to don (but have to)
    Diane Keaton is ice cream (delicious and wonderful – who doesn’t want more of both?)

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    Comment by Ducky
    2009-07-10 07:56:11
    I love this analysis. Thank you Dr. Wetherell. I’ll have to pay you in hamburgers later.

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    Comment by N.L. Belardes
    2009-07-10 14:23:59
    I’ve never had a dream half this cool, Rubber Ducky. That is some badass shit!! OK, I’m going to put “Heat” on right now!

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