Aug 08, 2004 10:32
my dreams are FUCKED UP.
witness:
today, i had a dream that was like, a movie documentary. A horror movie documentary.
it went behind the scenes of a movie that doesn't exist.
my dream was full of famous people.
Like Kirsten Dunst playing a bus driver, after the original actress stormed off the set. (oh no, i am not affected by Julia AT ALL)
i was IN the bus scene, as in, i was sitting on the bus. That part was more real than documentary.
I was sitting next to someone i knew, but i can't recall who now.
The killer guy was on the bus, and so was Chester? i have NO idea. my brain is odd.
Apparantly this movie was about a guy who turns into some people-killing creature, because the movie was FULL of special effects.
i recall one part where they were explaining how they built the model for the part where Levar Burton's neck gets snapped before the creature eats his head. (Levar Burton? come the fuck on brain. get better actors.)
so after the scene about special effects, the dream changes to me, sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper while watching this documantary.
i find a picture that takes up HALF the page. it's a close up of a tub drain, and there is a teacup next to it.
i scream down the hallway
"THAT is the shower scene!"
and my mom (????) pops her head in the living and goes
"yep. and when it's over they show him walking down the beach with blood covering his ponytail as he plays a solo on the acoustic guitar."
i woke up then.
thats the most detail i've recalled in a long time.