Aug 04, 2005 16:03
I don't remember all that much of it, but yesterday morning I awoke from the strangest dream involving an old Vivien Leigh (much older than she ever really got to be) running around my house naked. I've had rather bizarre dreams all summer, which I absolutely love. It's why I don't get out of bed in the morning really - the dreams only come once I've first woken and then gone back to sleep for a bit. I guess that makes sense though...you don't dream in your deepest sleep, right? I should look into that.
I never dream when I'm at school and that sort of scares me. Things are always so hectic that even once I'm finally able to collapse into bed, my mind is too frantic to let sleep come without a fight, and then once I do, it's probably the deepest. An enjoyable escape into the dreamworld is just simply unheard of. (But Ivy, people always dream, whether they remember them or not! Hm. Perhaps. Is it possible to skip over REM sleep and go right into a deep, dead sleep? Or to be so frantic that you never even make it into REM? I don't know what the hell I'm talking about...Briana may though..)
I just finished watching Orlando. I tried reading the book twice but I could never make it past much after Orlando becomes a woman; I guess Woolf just comes across better on film for me, even if it was more of an adaptation. And Tilda Swinton is so wonderfully strange looking. For some reason, I feel like I may actually be able to finish the book now, even though I really don't like Woolf's writing style. (Also, I think my brain just won't accept that s/he has lived for nearly 400 years just because Queen Elizabeth told him never to leave his youth behind or something.)
film,
dreams,
literature,
college