Remembering my dreams seems to be something cyclic for me. I go through long periods when I seem to sleep without the benefit of dreams, only to have them re-emerge periodically with stretches of consecutive nights where I dream constantly. When I do dream, I dream in color and my dreams nearly always possess some kind of vaguely linear plot. I've been having dreams for the last several nights, and some of them have been real winners.
The dream I remember from last night, for example, seemed to involve the following elements (in no particular order): drinking, cocaine, packing groceries at a supermarket, Hugh Hefner, (what I imagined to be) the Playboy mansion, white fur, getting lost in parking lots, automatic driveway gates, a movie theater that could have been a set from the movie Barbarella, getting a manicure, crawling on hands and knees, a Catskills-type jewish lounge comedian, a space alien monster that looked like it was made of bits of silver metal stuck to a magnet, Playboy playmates, pregnancy, burglar alarm systems, champagne, and me, stuck in the middle of all of it.
A lot of my dreams could probably be turned into cult "B" movies.
The movie made from last night's dream couldn't be any worse than Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter, could it?
I'll be off at a trade expo a couple days this week, so entries may be a little sparse.
on 2003-08-05 at 6:40 a.m.
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