– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young – - Hasta la vista, baby, to a good night’s sleep

– Time For A Tiara: Column by Ginna Young –

I’d like to state for the record, that I love all things Terminator – you know, the 1984 action movie that put Arnold Schwarzenegger on the map? I’ll be back.

The premise was, that a man was sent back in time from 2029, to warn his leader’s mother about the impending rise of the machines through Skynet. This is a case of technology going too far and the machines becoming self-aware, and striving for extinction of the human race.

Kind of wish people would have taken that more to heart, considering everything is becoming AI (artificial intelligence) now, and 2029 is just a mere handful of years away, but, I digress.

So, anyway, I love the Terminator movies and the series that came after it, delving more into how the heroine Sarah Connor tried to save her son and humanity, from the incoming apocalypse. I thought the original movie couldn’t be improved upon, then I saw the second one.

OK, I thought, that has to be the best. Well, that was true for me until I saw the 2015 reboot, Terminator: Genisys. This was completely reimagined, where the “savior” of mankind, John Connor, sent his future father back in time to meet his mother, protect her from the assassin that was also sent back and to, well, ahem, father him.

It’s science fiction-type action, just try to stay with me. Don’t worry, I get a bit of a headache from it, too.

Anyway, besides the awesome effects and action sequences, this movie really gave Schwarzenegger the chance to demonstrate his comedic chops. He was hysterical and I wish he’d had even more screen time than he did.

I’d also like to state for the record, that I watched that movie a few months ago, before it left Netflix. In full disclosure, I’ve felt sad lately and have watched quite a few ’80s movies, because they make me happy.

All this is leading up to my point. I had another one of THOSE dreams last week. In retelling my tale to my co-workers, it developed they had weird, wearing dreams that night, too, but none of them came close to mine.

I win!

So, in my dream, it became apparent that some of us from this area were being attacked by a terminator and we fled to a large barge on the ocean. Yes, it was a great idea, because now we weren’t trapped on a floating hunk of death, with no way off when the terminator tracked us down by plane or boat. (insert sarcasm sign) Have no fear, before we were wiped out, the terminator had a change of heart – because they so do that – and decided it was, in fact, a she. She (no name was mentioned) made herself look like a teenage girl, straight out of 1985.

She wore a multi-colored pastel pink and yellow outfit, with lots of denim and fringe thrown in, and sported a curly head of bright red, permed hair. I mean, a really, really bad ’80s perm, and bright whitish eyeshadow and bright blue glasses.

The most bizarre thing, was that she also had bright pink braces on her teeth. You want to fit in, so you gave yourself braces, which everyone in the known universe fights against like a plague? Hmm.

Once again, I digress. She kept saying, in a valley girl accent (come on, you remember those), that she was, like, so sorry, oh my gosh, like, you have no idea, and that she just like, really wanted to be friends with us and like, hang out.

I just want to be like, popular, OK?

Her solution to this, was to start clipping coupons, because, Like, who doesn’t want to save money? Like, am I right?

At that point, my co-worker stopped the story, which was fine, because that was when my alarm had gone off and the dream was over. My co-worker looked at me suspiciously and I hung my head, knowing where she was headed.

“You’ve been watching Extreme Couponing again, haven’t you?!

It’s true, I have been. It’s my guilty pleasure before I go to bed. Some people sneak chocolate before bedtime, I watch coupon shows. (In retrospect, I believe that may have contributed to the ending of the dream.) A few, like said coworker, just can’t let it go that my coupon habit spilled over into Christmas presents one year – literally.

Accidentally insert a few expired coupons into wrapped gifts and you never hear the end of it.

Hey, I like apocalypses, retro eras and saving money. Is that really such a crime, in the grand scheme of things? Also, I recently discovered a show called Extreme Cheapskates, so, I might have another weird dream like the most recent one.

I just hope my new terminator friend is better dressed this time around and has done something with her hair.