10/01/02
Disneyrotica
I had a couple of truly bizarre dreams while I napped. This one concerned me reading through Entertainment Weekly's news section or some such and coming across a mention of my Ameni Chronicles. Apparently Disney had expressed interest in turning them into a movie! This made sense in the dream, even though I had not been contacted by Disney. I was excited about it, but more in a "Isn't that cool?" way than in a "THEY'RE GONNA MAKE A MOVIE OF MY STUFF!!" way. I pointed the little article out to Ma (it was nighttime and we were in the living room, by the dining room), then started babbling about how I had had thoughts of it being made into an animated movie already, just not from Disney, but from Don Bluth. "I like how Disney draws their characters more," I explained, "but Bluth does such things as gestures and facial features better." (Which is often true; you can usually tell a Don Bluth movie from the way the characters' limbs and mouths move. You can practically see every movement of their tongues when they speak.) I was already wondering what the movie (which was so far just an idea) would be like...only LATER did I begin to finally wonder, how on Earth could DISNEY even make this thing into a PG-13 movie? With the story content as it is--namely, hardcore erotica--it'd be impossible!
Escape From The Nazis
This dream I had while napping, I can't remember the beginning but I ended up trying to hide in this room...from Nazis, I think. Only perhaps I was one too, only I was defecting? I don't know. It was like a laundry room with white walls and a high ceiling but a narrow length. I kept looking all over for places to hide while the people of the house stalled whoever was looking for me; I could hear them outside the door. I finally thought to climb up very high on something. There was a tall, tall shelf that I went up; I think there may have been a door lower down, a cabinet, but I tried almost frantically to get inside and had trouble so I climbed instead. Atop this tall cabinet there was a full laundry basket and I got the idea to hide behind this, but no matter how I pulled it next to my body (the door was now opening and the bad guy and others were coming in), I realized a part of me would be showing! I had to think VERY fast. I then decided to take the clothes out and bury myself in them so I'd look like a heap of laundry, nothing else, but I never got to do so. The dream ended.
This dream isn't so much weird as "Disneyrotica," but it gave me a strange anxious feeling like certain other dreams. Like there was more to it that I was supposed to know, more going on than it looked like (why was I hiding from whoever this was?--why in such a strange spot?--where, even, was I?), but I have no clue. Just a feeling I get sometimes when I dream.
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