2002-12-30

Following last night's mental purge and whinge fest I ended up staying up late with the bf watching films about dreams (bringing the DVD count to 22). "waking Life" was the most compelling of the two, an interesting animated combo of video and paintbox, with a rather didactic, yet still somewhat subversive story of a young man's journey thru thought and 'reality' versus dreaming. I give it a double thumbs up, just for the fact that it was engaging without resorting to too many cliches whilst exploring a deep subject.

The other eye candy was an anime, "Perfect Blue", in which a young pop idol (as she chooses to note herself) has a bit of a problem distinguishing reality from multiple personality disorder, with a few psycho revenge killings thrown into the mix. Have to love the Japanese for their fucked-up thought processes, and sex'n'violence pairings. Again, an exploration of dream vs waking, and how life is really a bit of row row row your boat sometimes.

Primarily because of these two flicks, and because of what my stars said on astrologycom.com ("pay close attention to your dreams tonight as they may prove profound or prophetic")I had a rather odd dream in which I was having an affair with The Rock (aka wrestling superstar Dwayne Johnson). We were shacked up in a tres white trash bungalow somewhere in southern California (james ellroy influence?) and we were having difficulty consummating the sexual part of our relationship because we kept being interrupted by his kids coming into the room, and a wedding that was happening in the park across the road. Finally we found an opportunity to get naked and get down to business, but I when I saw his penis i was somewhat taken aback, as it was a rather jaunty but slightly broken looking "L" shape. I ended up giving him a head job and nearly choking on the giant banana, but felt entirely disatisfied, and so left the bungalow in a giant Dodge utility, pouting at having yet another idol smashed by a weird reality. Go figure. I hope it was profound rather than prophetic, cause if I ever do get a chance to shag the Rock I sure as hell hope to god he don't have a dick like the dream one... mucho disappointment!

Woke up and wrote about six pages of resolves for 2003 in my journal, and realised that if life is indeed but a dream then I'd rather have a good one (with cool erotic bits thrown in) than a nightmare. Must tell you sometime about my Escher dream involving a comedy trio and some big red swag curtains - super freaky. So anyway, the result is that I am no longer bored or considering useless things to do, but am actively engaged in creating cool dream fodder, and trying to get a tan on my legs so that I don't look like the bottom half of a French Provinicial limewashed kitchen table.

Oh, was that Martha Stewart creeping back in? Out, out damn spot...

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