Dream a Little Dream
I couldn't sleep last night, despite being run down, run over, and run through.
I deftly chose to watch Polanski's "Repulsion" at 3am - a film I had never seen nor knew anything about.
Oh my god.
Was that ever the wrong choice.
I can't remember the last time a film got under my skin - stuck in my head like a splinter.
As I expected, dreams last night were many, and very disturbing.
Something about eschewing all of life's responsibilities and going on a destinationless roadtrip. The roadtrip turned out to be me on the lam, finding people to take me in in this or that strange city, doing something accidentally horrible to them, then beating a frenetic retreat before they could track me down.
In my dream, Texas's slogan was not "Don't Mess With Texas," but this rather more ominous warning: "Kill A Texan; Die In Texas."
I awoke several times last night absolutely sure someone uninvited was creeping through the house. Ben's wee-hour wake-up screaming and waking-sleep urgent question, "What's going on in this house RIGHT NOW?!" didn't exactly help matters. Thought of sleeping with the gun under my pillow.
So, yah, thanks Roman Polanski and Catherine Deneuve. Thanks so much.
I deftly chose to watch Polanski's "Repulsion" at 3am - a film I had never seen nor knew anything about.
Oh my god.
Was that ever the wrong choice.
I can't remember the last time a film got under my skin - stuck in my head like a splinter.
As I expected, dreams last night were many, and very disturbing.
Something about eschewing all of life's responsibilities and going on a destinationless roadtrip. The roadtrip turned out to be me on the lam, finding people to take me in in this or that strange city, doing something accidentally horrible to them, then beating a frenetic retreat before they could track me down.
In my dream, Texas's slogan was not "Don't Mess With Texas," but this rather more ominous warning: "Kill A Texan; Die In Texas."
I awoke several times last night absolutely sure someone uninvited was creeping through the house. Ben's wee-hour wake-up screaming and waking-sleep urgent question, "What's going on in this house RIGHT NOW?!" didn't exactly help matters. Thought of sleeping with the gun under my pillow.
So, yah, thanks Roman Polanski and Catherine Deneuve. Thanks so much.