I'm shooting a movie, and the character I'm supposed to play is single, so I've taken off my wedding ring. The director comes over and starts directing me in the scene that we're shooting, and then he looks at my ring finger. He notices that it's a little discolored from where my wedding ring has been and a little dented. He fires me on the spot, saying that my finger is all wrong and I cannot play the role.
Cut to me putting on my shoes. Our 14-year-old is there with me. We're about to go climbing a hill or a mountain or something. I take my cold bottle of water and pour some over my feet, then take a swig from the bottle. I rinse off the dirt and sand from my feet with the water while my boy looks on with a supremely critical face, as it he's saying, "How in the world can you do that disgusting thing that you're doing?!" I look at him, smile, and do the same thing with the other foot: poor water on the bottom of my foot, then swig, then wipe the muck off my foot and put on my sock. He then says, "Why are you doing that, man?" And I tell him that I don't like the feeling of sand in my socks. "Disgusting," he says.
Disturbing dream ends.
People don't want to change. People can't change, for the most part. They stay the same. And there's nothing to be done about that. Fuck it. We're all doomed.
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