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Go get yer F%#kin' Shine Box
My brain did an interesting thing during last night's Dreamland gymnastics. I don't remember the first part of the dream, but about halfway through it I found myself in a very familiar setting: a bar in Queens on June 11, 1970.

Apparently my subconscious mind decided to make me a Goodfella.

My dream became an almost exact shot-by-shot reenactment of the scene where Tommy DeVito (Joe Pesci) and Jimmy Conway (Robert DeNiro) murder "made man" Billy Batts (Frank Vincent) while Henry Hill (Ray Liotta) looks on. This scene here (I am going to consider this a non-spoiler, since Goodfellas is now twenty years old, and everyone who is going to see it at this point already has):

(NSFW, with potty-mouth language...oh, and a gangland murder)

Now, part of me thinks my brain was just being a little lazy by lifting five minutes from one of my all-time favorite movies. Another part of me, though, thinks my subconscious mind may have been flattering me a little bit, as it cast me not in the Henry Hill "observer" role, but in the role of Jimmy Conway. Heaven knows I <3 me some Bobby D, so it was kinda cool being him vicariously for a few minutes.

Interestingly enough, I am surprised my dreaming brain didn't superimpose the face of someone more personal onto Billy Batts; you know, someone I really don't care for much in my waking life. But no, I was kicking the shit out of Frank Vincent, complete with his cheesy little 1970s-style mustache.

So, yeah. A little weird, but a little cool, too.