I can't rewind, so I'd better remember

[sovay]

I dreamed last night that TCM was running a film festival of character actors from the early days of film to the present day. I think my brain is trying to cheer me up. Unlike most of the art I dream about, this is the kind of thing that could actually happen. I can't do much about the actors who don't exist in waking life, sadly.

I had no idea there was an opera of David Jones' In Parenthesis (1937). For years it has been one of my favorite bewilderingly obscure works of art; I am glad to see that's changing. Also, I get the impression I should read Owen Sheers.

I think I have come down sick. My entire body hurts, I slept almost eight hours, and I feel worse than I did when I went to bed. That always feels particularly unfair.

Comments

[davidgillon]

You have the best dreams. I meant to say that about yesterday's with the two girls, but this one is equally charming, though in a different way.

I think mine involved fascists, though off-screen, thankfully. Just a general fuzzy memory of being in the resistance. No prizes for guessing what spurred that.

And hoping whatever bug/whatever is making you hurt rides quickly off into the sunset.

[yhlee]

Feel better soon!

I dreamt about...beta-reading. Which is hilarious, because right now I am...beta-reading. Thank you, brain, for the redundancy! *snrk*

[umadoshi]

I hope you feel better soon! :(

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Sleep and dream wonderful films. Wake refreshed and well again.