Dream XV

I was writing a review of a low-budget sci-fi/horror movie. Which movie it was, I don't know, except that I know it was not Teenagers from Outer Space, because either the lead character or the actor portraying him was named "Archie" or "Ritchie" and so, it couldn't be Teenagers.

I was writing description as a monstrous character (an actor in minimal makeup, with vines, veins and other coloration supplied by a colored gel over a light, projected on the actor's body) slowly crept from one end of a parking lot to another. Suddenly, however, I was filming the scene myself, with a VHS camcorder.

I was struggling to keep the scene in focus while not moving toward the actor (who was moving away from me, feebly rahring), and while trying to write my review at the same time.

Dream XIV

I was watching The Triplets of Bellville as part of my job. I had to keep track of multiple versions of running times--total running time, running time without songs (which were many), running times with different versions of the songs, or different songs entirely, etc. There were many different things I had to fill out on a chart as the film progressed.

It started to rain outside. I opened the door to let the cats in, and I noticed, as I had for several weeks now, the front door was marked with a small trickle of urine. As one of my cats came in, she looked at the trickle, nodded and said, "Oh good, my pee is still there."

With a bit of surprise, I asked her if she was the one who had been responsible for this, all this time?

She did not answer, but simply strolled inside.

Dream XIII

My family and I were in a large game emporium, which had many noisy, crowded rooms with people trying the latest video games, virtual reality games, and other types of equipment. Most of the games seemed to be based either on The Lord of the Rings, or on Lego bricks. There were some other games having to do with swordplay which had nothing to do with Tolkein.

There was a mock filling station in the center of the emporium. You had to descend a few steps to get to it, but it was a perfect replica of a 1950's gas pump.

I went down to look at it, and was surprised to see that there was an LCD screen on the gas pump, and on that screen was an e-mail from an ex-girlfriend. As soon as I saw it, it vanished on the screen, but printed out below.

We had not parted under the best of circumstances, so I was uncertain how to respond, or even if I should respond. In the end, I did, in a very neutral manner. The gas pump then printed out a copy of my response.

It occurred to me much later that the ex-girlfriend was, in fact, dead. I wondered if this was someone impersonating her in order to gather information against me. I went back to the gas pump, but my findings there were inconclusive.