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May. 28th, 2005 08:26 amRain, rain! Shining water from the sky. With wind and thunder and lightning. Me, very happy.
Dreams of the night included an unexpected performance of two short plays I had apparently written at a big coffe house festival thing; I could recount the performances and plots, because they were very detailed, but not that interesting, and largely unsuccessful. I had to explain what the point of one of them was to someone later--it involved a lone writer and a group of women all staying, unbeknownst to each other, at the same remote cabin. While the women were making a documentary and happily planning their futures, the lone writer was steadily going insane as she tried to get into the mind of a serial killer. The women found evidence of her insane writing, and eventually had to run in terror from her bloody rampage, but all ended happily for them; the writer just went insane.
Later in the dreaming, there were twin dogs, joined at one back leg; they were very happy doggies, well-adjusted to their freakishness. Then there was a two-headed cat, also happy and well-adjusted.
Yesterday afternoon I hung with the kids so N&C could go to a meeting at their school. Then, as Friday nights are N's new time off, she and I went to dinner (Taiwnese with bubble tea) and a movie. We saw Millions, which was very sweet and kind of awesome. PG, and family stuff, but by the director of Trainspotting, so it's slanted, funny, and eccentric. I'm a soft touch, I liked it. It does encomapass a critique of consumerism.
Dreams of the night included an unexpected performance of two short plays I had apparently written at a big coffe house festival thing; I could recount the performances and plots, because they were very detailed, but not that interesting, and largely unsuccessful. I had to explain what the point of one of them was to someone later--it involved a lone writer and a group of women all staying, unbeknownst to each other, at the same remote cabin. While the women were making a documentary and happily planning their futures, the lone writer was steadily going insane as she tried to get into the mind of a serial killer. The women found evidence of her insane writing, and eventually had to run in terror from her bloody rampage, but all ended happily for them; the writer just went insane.
Later in the dreaming, there were twin dogs, joined at one back leg; they were very happy doggies, well-adjusted to their freakishness. Then there was a two-headed cat, also happy and well-adjusted.
Yesterday afternoon I hung with the kids so N&C could go to a meeting at their school. Then, as Friday nights are N's new time off, she and I went to dinner (Taiwnese with bubble tea) and a movie. We saw Millions, which was very sweet and kind of awesome. PG, and family stuff, but by the director of Trainspotting, so it's slanted, funny, and eccentric. I'm a soft touch, I liked it. It does encomapass a critique of consumerism.
