selling soap
Normally, blog posts about ones dreams rank up there with blog posts about ones cats. However, this one is in here by popular demand. End of disclaimer.
So, I'm dreaming, right, and in my dream Bono has just finished up a concert. He is feeling a little bit goofy. Feeding off the audience's energy, he dances a little jig and accidentally whistles the irish spring deodorant soap tune.
You know, the one that you whistle and then partway through, interrupt the tune to go "whoo hoo" the kind of whistle one customarily makes when the hottie walks by. Or when the ____ walks by (insert with whatever the term was for hottie in the 1970s which was when the commercial aired). That tune.
So then, in my dream, Bono gets sued for this breach of copyright (? the legal precedence is a little fuzzy in dreamland). As part of the settlement he is forced to become the spokesman for the soap.
This is the point in the dream where I enter the picture (third person omnipresent becomes first person). I watch the commercial for Bono selling this soap. But he has taken the job too seriously, he has made the soap his own. Irish spring soap is now mottled with brown leathery stripes, and is made out of all recycled material, and benefits third world yaddah yaddah. My initial reaction in the dream was to how gross the soap looked in the commercial. I mean, it looked pretty good for ice cream, but that was not a good look for soap. I cannot imagine the smell. I did not stick around long enough to see Bono's actual sales pitch, to find out if any of the whistle-tune was preserved or made more bono-esque. Whatever that would have been. My bad. I'll try to stick around longer next time.