The Mentalist is one of my favorite television shows. It’s not enough for me to just watch it. I’m dreaming about it now and trying to direct its star to the killer of his wife and child.
This morning I awakened after a fitful sleep from trying to tell Patrick Jane where Red John was. But with all my trying, he couldn’t or wouldn’t hear me. What a frustrating dream for someone who works with law enforcement on occasion to put bad guys away?
The setting was a huge home with a pool. What’s not to like about that? I could write a new storyline for them if they would only ask. In the background, in my dream, I’m screaming like a lunatic. After all the setting was at night, so the moon was out. Guess it really was something lunar. Besides, I like looking at Simon Baker….most women do, I think. Anyway, I was screaming that Red John was right there amongst them and Patrick didn’t hear me. So, of course, you know what the killer did, his usual.
Very few times do I dream about anyone famous but now Simon has joined the ranks with Oprah and Dan Rather, an assorted group don’t you agree?, for my dreamtime. With Oprah I was helping to till up a garden. Dan was a whole other thing, which I won’t discuss here. But with Simon, I at least thought that I might have another use for him in my dream, if you know what I mean?
At one point I thought I was going to have to show my disapproval of The Mentalist because of his views on people like me but in a wonderful story line, they made me love him and the show even more. Hope these writers keep it up. Just in case they want another story line, I can be reached.
If you haven’t watched The Mentalist, then make a point of it soon. Once you do, it may be playing in a dream near you.