Cinematic dream interrupted.
Oftentimes, I dream about movies.¬† Last night I dreamed I was watching a new sequel to SILENCE OF THE LAMBS.¬† The cops were chasing Hannibal Lecter in a staircase.¬† After aiming a hail of gunfire at him, they caught him.¬† Then, as they took him away, the chief of police, played by Harvey Keitel, realized that the REAL Lecter was still in the stairwell.¬† He’d been there the whole time, and the cops had been shooting at the wrong man.¬† Then the real Lecter slipped away as Harvey Keitel’s character stood there, helpless.¬†
In this dream, I was supposed to be preparing for my final exam in Chinese class, and I criticized myself for watching the movie rather than studying.¬† I couldn’t take my eyes off of it though, because it looked so good and flowed so well.¬†
In the next scene introduced us to another protagonist, a policeman who for some reason was driving an 18-wheeler.¬† Perhaps he was undercover.¬† Anyway, he was played by a black actor, and his hair and beard had been dyed white to make him look older.¬† They hadn’t done a very good job of it, I thought.¬† It didn’t look realistic.¬† In this scene, the man was calling his teenage son, who he didn’t get to see very much, on the phone as he drove.
Then the doorbell rang and woke me up!¬† It was some woman who wanted to check the gas meter!¬† She was like the meter-reader of Poorlock.¬† I’m sure this has happened before, and I’ve written about this same thing happening in my blog a while back.