whoa
According to the SSA, about 100 kids in the US were named “Keanu” in 2004. That has nothing to do with the dream I had last night.
I was in my old high school theater. We were putting on “Peter Pan,” and I was playing the part of John. It was opening night, which was disturbing since I had only just then been given the script. This was some kind of reimagining of the play, or something, because I didn't have to actually be on stage until much later, so I was desperate to learn my lines, except that I never quite got around to reading my script, because I was too busy talking with people out in the audience. There was some guy from NASA who wanted my business card, which I didn't have, except for one copy that had a bunch of scribbles on it. And there were some women who knew me from high school, but I didn't remember them. They apparently had very fond memories of me from the old days, which is how I knew it was a dream. Eventually the play ended, without ever requiring my participation, and I was forcefully ejected from the theater by some unseen usher.