"Hayden Christensen!." he screamed, suddenly sitting up in bed.
"Oh dear lord, not again, are you okay?"
"I think so, thats the second time this week."
"Which movie sequel was it this time?"
"The Matrix - they recast Keanu Reeves with Hayden Christiansen. its like - he's moving through my subconscious like a virus."
"At least he hasn't moved into your wet dream set."
"Don't be giving my subsconscious any ideas, I mean - I'm thinking it's finally time to bring this up with Barry Gibb."
"yep, we meet for lunch in my dreams at some wierdly lit Hollywood hang out and talk about my week. He's a good friend - well - at least in my mind."
"So your inner voice is Barry Gibb?"
"I guess so."
"Well tell him to beat up Hayden Christensen, or better yet, tell him to end Hayden Christensen for good."
"You're asking me to go into my dreamscape and purposely create a fight between the two - perhaps even give Barry a gun and say 'do this for me, Barry, you're my only hope' like Princess Leia?"
"Very much like Princess Leia, only fuzzier."
"But what if Hayden just clones himself into Barry and shows up at lunch, knowing I'd told Barry to kill him."
"One psychological trip at a time, darling, one at a time."
"Right. Must kill Hayden Christensen."
"Goals. sweety, goals."