FILL: Dreamcatchers?

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Original posting 28 January 2009

Elusive Dreams

I don't remember my dreams very often, but this one was hanging on the tip of my mind this morning when I woke up. So I will share it with you.

I'm walking through crowded streets with a festival of some kind going on. Among the street entertainers, I passed a magician just as he made a large gold coin vanish from his hand while a large colorful handkerchief or scarf popped out of his other hand -- on some kind of a frame? As I continued to walk, I came across a crowd at a door -- who are pushed back and acid is thrown on them.

Walking farther, I found the magician again. His scarf is now tattered, and his leather coat is smoking. But he is still performing.

As I walk away, I think back over the faces in the crowd at the door. The magician wasn't in the crowd.

This is where the dream sequence ended. I have to wonder if I'm doing writers exercises in my sleep?

Oh, here's one that I've been carrying around since my trip to China. I actually scribbled this in the middle of the night, and then didn't know what to do with it in the morning.

There is a bank vault full of folders. A little guy steps into the vault, and Meryl Streep says, "You shouldn't be here." She kills him, then leaves the body in the vault and closes the door.

That was all there was to the dream sequence. One of the funniest things to me is that I never remember actor or actress names, but for some reason this was clearly Meryl Streep. Looking her up on Google I recognize her as the actress in that movie about a woman or two women who can't die? IMDB to the aid -- that's Death Becomes Her, with Goldie Hawn.

Don't forget to chase your dreams -- but some of them, you might not want to catch.

one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two . . . whoops!