Was it a dream where you’re standing on a pyramid in sort of sun god robes with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you? No? Why am I the only one who has that dream?

I have weird dreams. You guys knew that, right? Sometimes they’re based on something in my real life. Sometimes, and this is the more likely occurrence, they are driven by things like too many Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and that last glass of wine. Take my latest dreamland escapade, for example.

As a general rule, I’m not all that hot on Christian Bale, mostly because he seems like a dick who gets off on treating people he perceives as inferiors like crap. The original Terminator is one of my favorite kick-ass movies of all time, and so I was both happy and sad to see that Terminator: Salvation was coming out this summer. Happy because I liked the premise of the movie as a prequel to Terminator, and sad because it starred the aforementioned sullen and arrogant Mr. Bale.

As it turns out, reviews are mixed anyway, so I’ll probably just wait to catch the movie on DVD some night when the hubs is absorbed in a sporting event this fall. However, what my brain did absorb and process from my lazy movie research was one supporting role – Sam Worthington as the new Terminator. Who doesn’t know he’s a Terminator. See, even sporting makeup which makes it look like his head is half ground away to a shiny metal skull, Sam is H – O – T, hot. I mean, hot, hot, HOT. Hotter than Georgia asphalt in July. Africa hot. See where I’m going here? Hot. Yeah.

See? Hot. Very hot. Thank you, Google Images

Still, I was pretty into my Daniel Craig obsession right about now and I didn’t think much about Sam once I clicked away from IMDB.com beyond noting that he is, indeed, just that hot.

But my brain, she liked Sam very, very much. So much so that I spent several happy hours in REM sleep having all kinds of naughty done to my body by Sam, in the guise of his Terminator role, and let me just tell you that I think my version of the movie would have been better for everyone. Here’s a tip: I didn’t die, and only Sam had a plasma rifle (ahem), but I think I saw God. A god, anyway. Maybe not theGod. But someone in the hierarchy. Definitely.

You just never know where your next fun story idea will come from, and my latest comes from Cheetos and Terminator: Salvation. Hello, Adam, my super cyborg alpha male who looks suspiciously like Sam Worthington and who starts out very bad indeed. Only my heroine Emmy can possibly sway him to side of good. Or dismantle him with a torque wrench. It depends on if he behaves.

So, my little Internet, sorry I haven’t been blogging or commenting as much as I’d like, but I really AM working on finally finishing up something to try and submit for publication. I’ve also been stocking up on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and I highly recommend them to you, too.