WHATEVER WORDS I SAY

Here’s a dream I had earlier. (It’s all in first-person.)

I’m a detective/police officer/baker and this family’s son is kidnapped and the ‘nappers want money or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. Anyway, the son (who’s 8 or 9) is stuffed in a remote-controlled car and driven down the freeway to, you know, the kidnappers’ hideout. But they throw the remote control out of their car, hoping it’ll get run over. But at the last second, me and my flying motorcycle (I told you it was a dream) grab it and I start mashing buttons until the car manages to stop.

Fast forward to two years later and the kidnappers finally release the son (or he’s found or rescued or summat). But what nobody knew is that to get the son back, I had to go back in time to just before the kidnappers ‘napped the son to stop them. But what this lead to was two parallel realities conjoining: one with the son not kidnapped and one with the son kidnapped. So the parents go fetch their kid and take him to this weird ‘parking garage’-type thing and surprise him with his new identical twin.

Anyway, the family is on the famous side and the whole point is that they don’t want to tell the public what happened. Their TV show’s called Keeping Up With The Cordashes and the two boys are named Cody and Cory. This could probably be a pretty funny movie if somebody wanted it to be.

Moral of the story: don’t trust a baker to rescue your son.