Sunday, Feb. 24, 2002 / 12:11 p.m.

~A Funky Dream, My Movie Day/Night, and Other Stuff~

I dreamed I was riding in a car, in the back seat, we were on the highway, the one less than a mile from here, we were headed towards my apartment, a friend was in the back seat with me, a Chinese girl, and her mom was driving, the highway covered in snow, but she drove as if the road was clear. Even when she pulled off onto the exit ramp, came to a stop, the way she hit her brakes, everything, as if there was no snow at all.

I was giving her directions, then the friend was, then the friend was in the front seat, I alone in the back. To my apartment, and I hadn't cleaned, this was spontaneous. We walk up to the door of my apartment, and it's not my apartment at all, we're at the wrong building, but how could I not know which building is mine? I'm so puzzled, disoriented, I'm saying the number of my apartment over and over, "But I'm in 280, my apartment is 280 and isn't this 280?", and of course really my apartment number is nowhere near 280.

So, we're standing there, me, the Chinese girl, her mom, in front of this glass-walled business, this apartment that is not my apartment at all, and along walks the Indian IT woman from work, in her traditional dress that she likes to wear on Casual Fridays, and I'm asking her, and I'm so confused, like Friday when I couldn't remember Sarah Hughes' name only minutes after seeing it online. I just saw it......and lost it. Like I have Alzheimer's and I'm afraid.

We do find my apartment and it turns out I live with a roommate, and I'm afraid to use my key, don't know how to get in, so she lets us in, and I'm introducing her to my Chinese girlfriend and her mom, and I have trouble remembering their names too. "This is my friend.....Walt, um, Walt Church" - the girl is named Walt - "And her mom, Mrs. Church". Then we're sitting at a counter in the kitchen - this is nothing like my actual kitchen, not at all, not my apartment - and suddenly Mr. Church is with us, Walt is piecing together a jigsaw puzzle in record time, a small one, the apartment is barely furnished at all, the roommate has an ashtray on the counter and Mr. Church inquires as to its relevance. I start to fume, I don't want any smoking in the apartment and the roommate says, oh, no, not to worry, and comments on my previous marijuana smoking.

I awoke from this dream, thinking of the number 280, the memory loss, the confusion, the Chinese girl, the snow, and I sort of put it all together. I watched "The Dead Zone" at 3:00 this morning, every outdoor scene filled with snow, a terrific scene with Christopopher Walken and Tom Skerrit investigating the death of a young woman found in a gazebo...and in the gazebo is snow, a thick layer (does it always snow under the roof of a gazebo???), and we can hear the crunch of the snow under Walken's shoes as he moves around the dead body lying there. Crrrrunch. Quiet except for the crunch. So much snow, it's Maine you know, Stephen King country.

The apartment...from watching "Cribs" on MTV last night. That counter in the kitchen, wasn't that like in Ludacris' "crib"? The sparseness....like the "before" pictures from Ozzy Osbourne's house.

The Chinese girl...Michelle Kwan? My own guilt from badmouthing her lately? Or was she really Japanese, like "Aki" in "You Only Live Twice" last night?

Dreams are the mind being active whilst the body takes a rest. Nothing more. They're fascinating, but rarely a huge mystery. To me. I usually figure them out.

So, I did go see "Le Pact Des Loups" yesterday, and somebody remind me NEVER to get to a General Cinemas Cinema on time. Please! I was in line for my ticket at 4:03 for a 4:05 show, with one person behind the huge ticket window which can house about 6 ticket sellers, one person. Waiting, waiting, behind a small line of folks, becoming increasingly irritated. I walk into the theatre, one of 24 or something ridiculous (I usually NEVER go to multiplexes) like that, and the lights are on, previews are starting, 4:05. The movie doesn't start for almost a half hour!!!! One trailer after another and I hate sitting there watching those things, some are all flashy, quick cuts, they hurt my eyes, I have to find someplace else to look and it's hard when the screen is the big thing in my field of vision. 25 to 30 minutes, me pulling my pocketwatch from my pocket to check the time. I could've waited, I could've known to arrive at 4:25 for the 4:05 show.

It really pissed me off. I'm used to a couple trailers, you know? Two, three, but jeez, it was like 10 or 15!!! Infuckingsane!

The movie? Oh, right. Interesting. Not what I'd read. "French Martial Arts Film"? NO! There isn't really any martial art involved. A lot of fighting, very exaggerated killing, very fantastical killing (like the disclaimer in the ABC "Bond Picture Show" last night, saying to watch for the violence, fantasy and realistic), very loud sound effects, unrealistic, but fun.

Incredibly creative film, wonderful special effects, but a lot of killing of wolves, and I stayed to read the credits, in French, hoping to find a disclaimer, you know, "No wolves were harmed in the making of this film", but I didn't see one....I did see that Jim Henson's whatever, puppet shop, or whatever they call it, was responsible for the "Beast" featured in the film. Hmmm....

So, it's this monster movie, essentially, in the 1700s, small French village, a Beast is killing women and children. A naturalist is sent in to help capture. A blond, handsome naturalist, with his Indian sidekick. Many wolves are killed, many women's breasts are exposed, many closeups of water splashing in puddles, slow-mo shots of anything, and it's engaging, entertaining, even the violence, the "fantasy" violence. But it turns into something else, this movie, overall, the story fills out, and swells, and becomes something it was meant to be, but not what I wanted it to be. I was left scratching my head. But it was good....sure.

It was a movie day. A movie night. Saturday night. Yes, ABC's "Bond Picture Show", and "You Only Live Twice", with taped bits with Brandi, or is it Brandy?, talking about the best Bond theme songs, a countdown even, starting at 10, and guess what? Yeah, guess? On the sofa, Saturday, kind of chilly, long tshirt, flannel pants, peony throw over me, a couple of kitties......after eating a turkey sandwich and too much tiramisu....guess...no, guess......halfway in, I fell asleep. I not only missed seeing Bond find out the woman he is to marry, for show of course, is not a dogface, or pigface, or whatever they jokingly told him, but very beautiful, so it's okay to have sex with her, I also missed the top Bond theme song, as told by Brandi, or Brandy!

Damn.

I'm gonna hazard a guess here, and say it was "Live and Let Die". I know that's my favorite. I'd say Number 2 was "Goldfinger". I suppose if I were to visit abc.com or whatever their web url is, I could find out. But it would have so many graphics my computer would crash, I just know it.

Oh, I watched "Cribs" too, which I don't normally do. Yeah, I woke up just after the Bond movie ended. Almost on cue. And I realized that I do indeed enjoy a nap, because I woke up and stayed up! 'Til 5:00 a.m.!!!! But the "Cribs" show just pissed me off. That guy Lucacris with all those Cadillacs. Sickening. People are hungry, little kids with AIDS are shuffled through the system, women sell their bodies to get food to put on the table, and he's spending his newfound riches on cars he can't even drive until he goes to driving school because of speeding tickets!

The disparity of wealth in this country makes me want to puke. Celebrities whining because they're only getting a million instead of 3 or 4, Mel Gibson getting 25 million per picture. Why can't they all be like Ted Turner, giving it all away? Makes me so sick! Ozzy Osbourne's kids so spoiled, they have so much they never want to leave home. Where is the humility? Where is the appreciation for what you have?

I think wealth should be evenly distributed. I also think, in theory, Communism is a good idea, Socialism a better one. And, I swear, here and now, and any other time too, if I won the Lottery, I'd give away at least 30% of it. Possibly more, in the long run.

Aaarrrrgh.

(I just got email from S........I'm afraid to read it......remember, I confessed to him that he now has access to my diary, asked him not to read it, begged him.....oh, no)

And, I know this is really long, I just woke up and was dying to write in my diary, I had so much I wanted to say......I also watched the premiere episode of "Senor Moby's House of Music", also on MTV. It was really cool. Moby walks around Manhattan with a camcorder aimed at himself, showing sites in the city he enjoys, and they show his favorite music videos, which are WILD, to say the least. It was my first time seeing him while he talks. I mean, listening to him talk, not just sing, watching him as he talks, hearing his talking voice. He is so real, so unpretentious, just like his diary. He still blows me away. I'm telling you, we would be really good together. I think we should hook up, so if anyone reads this, and you know Moby, give him my number, or my email addy, let's get this party started!

I'm going to take a sec and read S.'s email....

Well, he is playing innocent, I don't know if he is or not, he claims he doesn't have the address for joleen's email in his file, he would never read my diary, nor does he want to or have time to, hmmmm....and he likes my white skin. This is my best friend's husband. Yeah, he already wrote to me and said he wants to "do" me. I'm sure Hermione knows this. One time, as S. and I were waiting for the train on our way to a hockey game, he told me that he and Hermione had discussed having affairs, that it would be okay, with both of them, as long as love was not involved. But, they both claim they love me.....so, I don't know. It seems that my friendship with Hermione sort of died down after S. and I started spending time together, going to hockey games.

I'd never have an affair with a married man, not even with one who has a girlfriend, and if I'd known Terrence's girlfriend was not out of the picture, I never would've started a "relationship" with him. I'd asked. It's not my fault he lied...

Whew. Way off topic.

So, yes, let me see....this is so long, I don't mind writing these epic entries, it makes me laugh to think that no one would ever actually read it.

Oh, speaking of....I spent hours, yesterday afternoon before the "Loups" movie, and Friday night, reading Bfee's diary. I got through about three months worth, starting at the beginning, working my way to the present. It's damned good. It's like reading a book. She's a very good writer, made me doubt my own writing a bit, but we are nothing alike, so that's okay. I can admire and respect her without needing to feel envy nor jealousy. I intend to read her entire diary, yes I do.

So, another "so", I woke up and watched the MTV shows, then "Dead Calm" was on, and I love that movie, I usually watch it if it's on TV, it's an excellent suspense movie, taking place in such small spaces, two different boats, and Nicole Kidman is a wonderful actor, no matter what else you think about her! Then, and it didn't even occur to me until I woke up today, that both movies have "Dead" in their titles, I watched "The Dead Zone", a Stephen King novel transferred to screen, back in the day before his adaptations had to be titled, "Stephen King's ______". So, it wasn't "Stephen King's The Dead Zone", just "The Dead Zone". And I loved that book when I read it when I was a teen, and the movie too, though I couldn't remember it. David Cronenberg directed, and it wasn't very Cronenbergy. Semi-bland, but indeed suspenseful. As always, read the book instead.

Okay, alrighty then. I think I'm through. I plan to consider watching the Hockey final, the Gold Medal final, between team USA and team Canada, but I hate that pros are allowed to play these days, it's so very un-Olympics, so I may watch my soap on tape instead. And yes, I have the obligatory laundry and other crap to do, and then Moby in the Closing Ceremonies tonight...mmmmm....Moby.

Therefore, I bring this lengthy rambling to a close.

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