And back to the pool in the meadow they swam

[austin_dern]

I don't usually remember my dreams, since I have the habit of sleeping on right through them and past another couple hours or so, but now and then one remains in my conscious mind so, what the heck. This one started out with my washing my hands, which I suppose I do more than average, but since the average person doesn't wash hands enough that balances out. As I washed, the sink tub started filling up, and in the clear water were a trio of cheery, slightly fat goldfishes swimming around. I wondered if they might be bothered by the soap that was necessarily dissolving into their water, but they didn't seem to mind, and I closed the drain plug and turned off the water, then looked away for something or other (maybe to dry my hands).

I look back: the drain plug has fallen into the drain pipe, and the water -- and fish -- instantly disappeared. Naturally concerned for the fish I peer in -- somehow the plug got out of my way -- and saw it was a long, long way down to another sink basin, this one a surprisingly nice-looking burnished metal one. Who'd have thought a burnished metal sink could look good? There wasn't any sign of the fish, so I turned on the water, and let it fall down the pipe into the new sink, filling that up, until finally the water there started overflowing and filling into the bathtub connected to the sink's counter. Someone from the bathtub cheerily waved up and thanked me.

What this all signifies is hard to fathom, although what I imagine I can really conclude from it is that I'm pre-adapted to reading magical-realism. Somehow I've missed out on this genre, but everything I know about it suggests it's up my alley.

Trivia: The budget for 1927's Wings was approximately two million dollars, and the director, William Wellman, was the only director in Hollywood with combat flying experience. Source: Clara Bow: Runnin' Wild, David Stenn.

Currently Reading: Final Cut: Art, Money, and Ego in the Making of Heaven's Gate, the Film That Sank United Artists, Stephen Bach. And I for one am shocked, shocked, to discover that Michael Cimino, directorial soooper-genius who turned a high-budget movie into a studio-destroying fiasco that cost something like five times the original budget, was completed a year behind schedule, and had a running time slightly longer than the real ``Johnson County War'' on which the movie was based, had actually wanted to film The Fountainhead.

Comments

[liveavatar.livejournal.com]

The Fountainhead, really?

Most concise explanation for a career evar.

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

Isn't it, though?

Amusingly, to me, I notice that near the end Bach reflects with one of the other executives, after the fiasco had run its course, about whether the insistence on getting to The Fountainhead was an early and clear warning sign they should have listened to.

[bunny-hugger.livejournal.com]

If you write down your dreams like this often, you'll remember them more easily. Or, at least, that was my experience. I found that after I had journaled my dreams for a while, I could easily bring them to mind with great detail as soon as I woke in the morning. Although I don't journal them anymore and haven't in many years, I still have pretty good dream recall.

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

I have been trying to write them down more, although what I've found myself doing is jotting down a key sentence or two on a note page by my bed and going back to sleep. Then I wake up with something like 'LINE AT 20/25' and I realize that I only sort of know what I meant by that. I need to improve my half-wake writing speed.

[c-eagle.livejournal.com]

fim fim fim aight over da dam!

[austin-dern.livejournal.com]

I've lost track how useful I've found this little song to be.