Why we had to just watch films instead
Dear Hollywood and/or Joseph Campbell,
Please give me my brain back. A few nights ago, I dreamed I was a stripper in a bar for fallen angels. Last night, I dreamed I was the antagonist in an adolescent girl's progress through a dreamworld slightly cracked from reality, in which all the figures were reflections of herself (and myself, who was her counterpart), all our various potentials and permutations, and she had to winnow down to the true selves before we could shake hands and she could wake up.* I appreciate that my subconscious has a better eye for cinematography than I do when awake, and I understand that free-floating mythic weirdness has to go somewhere. But does it have to be mythic weirdness with a mainstream appeal?
This is not at all what I would have expected from several rounds of pre-1930's opera and a re-read of Fritz Leiber's The Big Time before bed.
Thank you,
*I've seen The Wizard of Oz. I've seen Labyrinth. I have not seen Mirrormask, although I fully intend on it. Still: what gives?
Please give me my brain back. A few nights ago, I dreamed I was a stripper in a bar for fallen angels. Last night, I dreamed I was the antagonist in an adolescent girl's progress through a dreamworld slightly cracked from reality, in which all the figures were reflections of herself (and myself, who was her counterpart), all our various potentials and permutations, and she had to winnow down to the true selves before we could shake hands and she could wake up.* I appreciate that my subconscious has a better eye for cinematography than I do when awake, and I understand that free-floating mythic weirdness has to go somewhere. But does it have to be mythic weirdness with a mainstream appeal?
This is not at all what I would have expected from several rounds of pre-1930's opera and a re-read of Fritz Leiber's The Big Time before bed.
Thank you,
*I've seen The Wizard of Oz. I've seen Labyrinth. I have not seen Mirrormask, although I fully intend on it. Still: what gives?
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I'm not remembering my dreams these days (which I hope isn't a bad sign), but at least twice I've dreamt what seemed to be Aaron Spelling four-part adventures, with credit scroll. Must...change...input.
(goes to turn off Trekkies 2 on TV in the other room)
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(For the record, I mention the Sc**by-D** theme merely for horror purposes; I have watched maybe 3 complete episodes of the show in my life.)
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Always. Always.
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I'm sure if you understand this, we shall understand life itself.
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And you called yourself Fevvers?
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speaking of odd dreams
Re: speaking of odd dreams
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So, she was Alice, and you were the Red King? That's class...