I blame finals.
I had a fucked up dream last night that was worthy of breaking my almost two year absence from ol' LJ.
I was watching a movie in which a small group of prostitutes kidnapped a group of middle aged men at the beach. The plan was set into motion by the kind of "crazy" girl in the group. We'll call her Heather, because I'm pretty sure she was Heather from Rock of Love. Another whore, played in my dream by Faye Reagan, was the main character who ended up falling in love with one of the old dudes, reverse-Stockholm Syndrome style.
In the end, Faye is sitting on the beach by herself, playing with a bunch of guns that Heather had brought, when she decides that she should go ahead and kill the guys and the prostitutes and then kill herself because everything was as happy as it ever would be. The end. Later in the dream, a friend of mine from school told me she didn't like the ending of the movie. She had read the book, in which the Heather-like character was the one who killed everyone in the end.
I love dreams like that.
I was watching a movie in which a small group of prostitutes kidnapped a group of middle aged men at the beach. The plan was set into motion by the kind of "crazy" girl in the group. We'll call her Heather, because I'm pretty sure she was Heather from Rock of Love. Another whore, played in my dream by Faye Reagan, was the main character who ended up falling in love with one of the old dudes, reverse-Stockholm Syndrome style.
In the end, Faye is sitting on the beach by herself, playing with a bunch of guns that Heather had brought, when she decides that she should go ahead and kill the guys and the prostitutes and then kill herself because everything was as happy as it ever would be. The end. Later in the dream, a friend of mine from school told me she didn't like the ending of the movie. She had read the book, in which the Heather-like character was the one who killed everyone in the end.
I love dreams like that.