Sorry honey,my type is the type that isn't a complete slut.
So, we made yet another movie yesterday. it's not "The great Hamlet Project" in any way, shape or form, other than the fact that Hunter and I are in it. Its only about 8 mintues long, and we made it for my english class. I call it "The man in the night.". Im starting to feel like we should have made a production company for all these movies. Hunter thinks we should have called it Mortem Productions. That way, anything we do in our film making careers after it could be considered in our Post Mortem film period. Hunter went through alot of pain for our production. He was playing his drunk character, and he did his dramatic collapse onto the street, passing out move. the bottle he had in his hand at the time, hit the deck, and shattered, sending beer all over the driveway and leaving a shard of glass in his hand. also, his knee was scrapped bloody in his dramatic fall. all remember, the many sacrafices of Hunter! *drinks*
I had the weirdest dream the other night. I mean, this was creepy, to me at least. I dreamed that i was in a situation so strange, it could only happen in one of my dreams. you wouldn't even dream this up! I dreamed...
I was a muscian for Metallica's record company. apparently, James was making a solo record and I was going to help him. No Lars, no Kirk, just that bass guy, James and Myself. Ironicly, the studio we were in looked exactly like Domino's Pizza in Mount Holly. strange indeed... So we're in the studio, laying down tracks, and they want me to play drums. for some reason, this drum set is in the parking lot. by now, i even start to question my own dream and the lack of normal things happening in it. i ask "why is the drum set in the parking lot?" but then i go play it immediatly after questioning it. I wonder if i said that aloud in my sleep. too bad no one was there to hear it. except mabey the dogs. anyway, so i lay down the drum track, and James and i head across the street of the recording studio. oddly enough, there's a Khol's across the street. by now, I'm just used to the weirdness of this dream i suppose.so then, we're in Khol's, and James decides he's buying three leather belts. we start talking about the album. A dialouge begins. "you know James, if Lars makes a solo album like i heard, that would be really interesting. I mean, both of you are so Controlling about what goes into Metallica, it would be interesting to see what you guys do apart from each other." this comment makes James upset as he pays for his leather belts. "what are you talking about? Im not controling! you think Im some kind of woman now or something?"
then i woke up.
I had the weirdest dream the other night. I mean, this was creepy, to me at least. I dreamed that i was in a situation so strange, it could only happen in one of my dreams. you wouldn't even dream this up! I dreamed...
I was a muscian for Metallica's record company. apparently, James was making a solo record and I was going to help him. No Lars, no Kirk, just that bass guy, James and Myself. Ironicly, the studio we were in looked exactly like Domino's Pizza in Mount Holly. strange indeed... So we're in the studio, laying down tracks, and they want me to play drums. for some reason, this drum set is in the parking lot. by now, i even start to question my own dream and the lack of normal things happening in it. i ask "why is the drum set in the parking lot?" but then i go play it immediatly after questioning it. I wonder if i said that aloud in my sleep. too bad no one was there to hear it. except mabey the dogs. anyway, so i lay down the drum track, and James and i head across the street of the recording studio. oddly enough, there's a Khol's across the street. by now, I'm just used to the weirdness of this dream i suppose.so then, we're in Khol's, and James decides he's buying three leather belts. we start talking about the album. A dialouge begins. "you know James, if Lars makes a solo album like i heard, that would be really interesting. I mean, both of you are so Controlling about what goes into Metallica, it would be interesting to see what you guys do apart from each other." this comment makes James upset as he pays for his leather belts. "what are you talking about? Im not controling! you think Im some kind of woman now or something?"
then i woke up.