Travolta.

When I eat donuts late at night I have nightmares about John Travolta. Because of this he is the one celebrity that if I saw him in real life I would not run but sprint in the other direction. (The thing is I can still watch face off because of my love to Nick Cage, but that love is for another blog.)

 

My Nightmare.

 

 

So when I lived in Austin Texas my friends and I would always be out late and we would always end up eating somewhere. We got into a phase where we would go to this place off Guadalupe called Kens Donuts. This Indian guy owed it  and made everything from scratch...so good, and an added bonus, it was open 24 hours. One night we got some donuts at about 1 A.M. How could I have known I was to wake up the next morning in a cold sweat.... The Nightmare... In the dream I was with my friends much like the night before on Guadalupe. All the sudden, John Travolta was there, hanging out with us, no one was surprised that he was there, but me. He joined in on the chit-chat and laughter, but his eyes were fixed on me making me extremely uncomfortable. I just ignored it and tried to engage in the conversation. Then Travolta started twitching but no one noticed it, but me. So I took a step back as he escalated to wild thrashing. Then a sudden pause... it was as if a demon had possessed him and he began to charge after me! So I sprinted off in some direction to get away from him! I looked over my shoulder and he was gaining on me with a nasty "Caster Troy" circa the movie "Face-Off" kind of smile.  Laughing as he charged at me, I woke up. Hoping to never relive that dream again.

Three weeks later:

I found myself at kens donuts once again. Completely forgetting about my "Travolt-attack"... I ate a donut. I got home and fell asleep and it was if the dream had been on pause, it picked up right where it had left off! He was charging me, but this time it was hard for me to run, it was if I was running in quicksand. He grabbed me and threw me into a limo. When we were in the limo I could do nothing but scream, but no one could hear me. It was just me and Travolta....and at the that moment just was he looked at me with that sinister smile..... I woke up.

Say what you will, but I know when I eat donuts I have these dreams. I will not be trying out this theory of mine out for a third time. Even though it has been three years since the last occurrence, I don't dare ever eat a donut if it's late at night or even ever, for fear that that dream will continue. 

For now I just leave you with this one truth...John Travolta is the scariest person in the world.