A dream of travel and movies
Last night I dreamed my family and I had been invited to New Zealand for an exclusive showing of the LOTR films, before they'd been released to the theaters. It's all a bit vague, but I think I dreamed I was on the production crew, since there was an amusing interlude with everyone shoving props in their cars and caravanning out to whichever coast scene needed work. I walked up and down the line of station wagons and trucks, not finding a free space to mooch a ride and thinking "damn, I'd rather not drive all the way across New Zealand", when one of the guys offered me a ride with everyone else in the tour bus, which strangely resembled a big red English double decker. I accepted with gratitude and we headed off to film something.
The filming building was a rickety wooden four story affair, with gaps in the walls where the sunlight shone through, between the rough boards. It had a hallway that creaked and tilted alarmingly when anyone tried to walk on it. No railing, naturally, but the breakroom was on the other side of the expanse, so I remember crawling down the hallway to get to the breakroom for coffee.
Then, quick time shift, where three hundred people are standing around waiting for a film premiere. Strangely, it doesn't look anything like Australia or New Zealand around me, but somewhat like Southern California. I'm holding onto the barbed wire (with no barbs)near the perimiter of the property, staring out over the landscape and admiring the trees, the scenery, and the unfamiliar homesteading scenes, when three monkeys come out of nowhere to investigate.
Peter Jackson materializes at my elbow at this point. He points to the monkeys and says, "oh, that's rather unusual, them coming over here." The monkeys are blue and silver, with shiny iridescent fur. Interestingly, the trees that they're climbing on are also blue iridescent, so they blend in absolutely perfectly and it's hard to tell monkey from tree. One comes up to me and grabs a cherry tomato from my hand, and its fur looks like tinsel.
At that point, someone indicates that the movie's about to start, so three hundred people juggle for position and end up sitting on the ground in their long line, waiting for admittance. My mother breaks out the crockpot and starts a nice potroast as we're waiting in line, and that's when I wake up.
The filming building was a rickety wooden four story affair, with gaps in the walls where the sunlight shone through, between the rough boards. It had a hallway that creaked and tilted alarmingly when anyone tried to walk on it. No railing, naturally, but the breakroom was on the other side of the expanse, so I remember crawling down the hallway to get to the breakroom for coffee.
Then, quick time shift, where three hundred people are standing around waiting for a film premiere. Strangely, it doesn't look anything like Australia or New Zealand around me, but somewhat like Southern California. I'm holding onto the barbed wire (with no barbs)near the perimiter of the property, staring out over the landscape and admiring the trees, the scenery, and the unfamiliar homesteading scenes, when three monkeys come out of nowhere to investigate.
Peter Jackson materializes at my elbow at this point. He points to the monkeys and says, "oh, that's rather unusual, them coming over here." The monkeys are blue and silver, with shiny iridescent fur. Interestingly, the trees that they're climbing on are also blue iridescent, so they blend in absolutely perfectly and it's hard to tell monkey from tree. One comes up to me and grabs a cherry tomato from my hand, and its fur looks like tinsel.
At that point, someone indicates that the movie's about to start, so three hundred people juggle for position and end up sitting on the ground in their long line, waiting for admittance. My mother breaks out the crockpot and starts a nice potroast as we're waiting in line, and that's when I wake up.