I KNEW I Was Neglecting Something...
So, the very first night after seeing "The Grudge 2", I begin to have interesting dreams/nightmares again. The first, following the movie, was a dream in which I found a well-worn book resembling Kayako's personal journal, and though it was entirely mine, the fact remains that I'd never written in it, myself. In any case, after a point it flipped itself to a page that, among other things, read "You were created for Joshua". Now, I don't know who this "Joshua" is, but my curiosity was thoroughly piqued to uncover a book that had apparently been writing itself on my behalf without my knowledge. Had it not been for a very loud footstep, courtesy of the individual who without warning slammed his/her boot down on the floor next to the book, I might have been able to retain a little more of what I read.
And then, yesterday, as I flopped about in bed to the usual sounds of construction across the street (-How many damn years of constant, daily work does it take to build one medium-sized 2-story house, anyway?), I dreamt I was 30-something man swept up in a saga involving some sort of regime that had the world in a warring uproar. I don't know much about my part, but it was nice to be tall, happily married, and ridiculously wealthy. I found myself in the temples of Tibet, which despite their age, stretched across the landscape like a moden-sized metrolopolis (-Think urban Paris, New York, London, etc, but consisting of weathered stone, windowless, and lacking automobiles), and accompanying me was my high-born wife, a nervous Tibetan underground reisistance operative of some sort, and our "guide" into the sewer system (-Who also happened to be a woman I'd once dated over a decade prior). I don't remember much else, except the extreme tension between my wife and old flame, and the fact that getting caught would without a doubt result in our extradition and execution back home. I do wonder what the hell was going on, but after I got snagged by some sort of giant rodent in the sewer, I snapped myself back into a waking state.
And then, yesterday, as I flopped about in bed to the usual sounds of construction across the street (-How many damn years of constant, daily work does it take to build one medium-sized 2-story house, anyway?), I dreamt I was 30-something man swept up in a saga involving some sort of regime that had the world in a warring uproar. I don't know much about my part, but it was nice to be tall, happily married, and ridiculously wealthy. I found myself in the temples of Tibet, which despite their age, stretched across the landscape like a moden-sized metrolopolis (-Think urban Paris, New York, London, etc, but consisting of weathered stone, windowless, and lacking automobiles), and accompanying me was my high-born wife, a nervous Tibetan underground reisistance operative of some sort, and our "guide" into the sewer system (-Who also happened to be a woman I'd once dated over a decade prior). I don't remember much else, except the extreme tension between my wife and old flame, and the fact that getting caught would without a doubt result in our extradition and execution back home. I do wonder what the hell was going on, but after I got snagged by some sort of giant rodent in the sewer, I snapped myself back into a waking state.