In honor of tonight’s Mad Men finale, I’m reblogging my original Season 5 premiere post. Will my dream finally prove prophetic?
“In dreams begin responsibilities,” or so they say. In my case it’s more like, “My responsibilities begin in dreams.” Despite being a kinda-sorta creative person during my waking hours, my sleeping mind has the personality of an accountant. Or a to do list.
Other people, at least some of the time, get to spend their evening hours riding atop unicorns or evading vampires. I get this:
So imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago I dreamed the season 5 premiere of Mad Men.
Let me clarify — I didn’t dream that the show was on, or that we were watching it. I dreamed the episode itself.
It opened with a slow, steady shot of 1980s (yes — 80s) New York City, closing in on a sign reading “Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce.” Inside the building, young ad execs flitted around in snappy Reagan-era suits. The camera slowly moved towards…
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