Our heads are just houses without enough windows

[sovay]

I am awake early for a rehearsal. I slept about five hours and managed one of those intensely plotted dreams of which I retain only a fragment like a movie trailer of a woman in a high-waisted white Empire gown running through a pre-dawn or dusk the same drowned blue as her eyes; she is stumbling down an empty road with clouds hanging over the fields and as she runs her face begins to stream like water or ectoplasm, coiling and thickening the air behind her. The funny thing is that it wasn't a nightmare, but I don't know what it was. I would have thought one thing if she was running toward the sea, but she wasn't.

Comments

[sovay]

It sounds very beautiful, whatever else it was. It sounds vaguely Annihilation-esque.

I can see why you say that!

We watched The Triplets of Belleville last night--now THAT'S a strange movie--and it affected my dreams.

Great, now I have the title theme stuck in my head again.

(It is a strange movie, but I really enjoyed it when I saw it in theaters, although parts of it also made me cry and I don't think they were supposed to.)

[asakiyume]

I think I enjoyed it too--at the very least, I found it very striking. It made me uneasy at moments, but it didn't make me cry. What parts made you cry?

[sovay]

What parts made you cry?

The heroic grandmother.

[asakiyume]

I can understand that. She faced overwhelming odds and just kept going.