Why we had to just watch films instead

[sovay]

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?

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speaking of odd dreams

[greyselke.livejournal.com]

And I just had a dream that, while fading fast, seems to have been a modern adapatation of a Middle English folktale (I recall at some point comparing the older poetic version which included runes with the modern expansion) with a rather scary sort of king of the faeries who was apparently heading in my direction when I woke up feeling very unsettled. Now I'd sort of like to know if there is any actual folktale I was basing my dream on, but I am left with only the emotions of the story, without the plot.

Re: speaking of odd dreams

[sovay]

I like that your dream includes comparative scholarship. Any reason why the king of the faeries had it in for you?