I had just joined a team of deep-sea ocean divers. Queen Latifah was on the team, although it’s entirely possible that Queen Latifah was not an actual deep-sea diver per se but was just cast to play one in my dream. None of us had any kind of scuba or diving gear. We wore coveralls like mechanics. We were going to the bottom of the ocean. There was some debate over whether it would be too cold down there. “Nah,” said Queen Latifah. “Britney Spears could walk around in a thong down there.” Why Britney Spears? I wondered. Like there was some rule that if you were going to invoke the image of someone walking around in a thong there had to be someone “hot” involved.
In order to get to the bottom of the ocean you had to climb into something that was an awful lot like a very, very long play tunnel set up vertically, and somehow this made you sink through the water really efficiently. After awhile I stopped holding on to the sides and just coasted down. Then I was by myself at the bottom of the ocean, which wasn’t very watery at all. I walked around and wondered how the hell I was going to get back up. I decided to kind of fudge that part. I mean, I knew it was a dream.
