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If you thought the Nightmare series couldn’t get any worse after that last Warriors stunt, you’re in for a surprise. Part 4 is about as bad as it gets, taking the series into sitcom self-parody status. Listen to the one-liners Krueger cracks before killings. This movie is a joke, a bad one.
my rating : 1 of 5
1988
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1989
I think it was a wall calendar in one of those spinning racks a lot of retail stores have. Maybe the rack didn’t spin, but it had a picture of a cute baby on it. I think it was a human baby, but it might have been a kitten or something. I don’t remember. It looked like Wendy though, so I told her.
She looked over at it from her desk. We were in a classroom, two of what seemed like at least a couple of dozen students. She grimaced, squinting her eyes and twisting her nose in a way that told me, without her saying a word, that she disagreed. “A little,” she eventually muttered. I agreed.
She was actually cuter than the baby. Perhaps I didn’t realize that until I compared them both again. Perhaps I never thought they looked enough alike to mention it and only did so to get a laugh out of her. In that case, I failed. She didn’t seem to be offended though. She even grinned.
I’d been standing, but I soon made my way to my own seat near what I think was the (an) entrance to the classroom. It was right beside Leanne, probably my best friend there, and on this particular day the teacher, Kathy or Cathy, also sat close in a desk facing the right side of mine.
Leanne had her book on my desk. It was a novel entitled something like Romancing Ralph, but it had three words in some kind of play-on pun. “Why can’t people just come to class and pay attention to the teacher like I do,” I said jokingly as I’d done anything but that day. I finally got a laugh.
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He asked something about our pay like whether or not there was a delay if you (we) have Direct Deposit. I answered, stumbling over my answer a bit; I started talking before giving myself a chance to think about it; as we walked thru what seemed like an extended version of middle school hallways.
We were at our job. I don’t know what kind of job it was; we only went to school together in real life; but I seemed to enjoy it, if only because of the people I worked with. I never liked Eugene in real life; in fact I disliked him a lot; but I did in the dream. “What,” I asked with genuine curiosity, “You quitting?”
I might have said “leaving”, adding that I wouldn’t tell anyone if he wanted to keep it between us. He answered yes and that he got or was getting a job helping people rebuild; I assume their houses, yards and such; after the hurricane. I don’t think there’d been one recently, but hurricane season was underway.
I responded with excitement, saying I’d heard people can make a lot of money doing that type of work as we continued to walk together, going from highways to what seemed like some kind of futuristic freeway system. He replied in the affirmative, saying he’d make a lot more than he was making at this job.
I told him we’d miss him. Though I was happy for him, it was sad to hear that he was leaving us. It would be one less member of a crew I enjoyed working with. He told me he’d miss us too, probably more out of moral obligation than sincerity as it seemed he never really liked working there in the first place.
2019 November 25
I grinned uncontrollably as a family member told me what she’d apparently told her mother about me. “That boy is banging,” I think it was, “That is my baby”, but with big happy exclamation points. It was in reference not necessarily to my looks or personality, though it seemed to be underlined with romantic, even sexual, allure, but the video I’d made of us.
I say “us” but I was talkng from behind the camera, heard but not seen, at least for the most part. She was the star of the show. I can’t remember what she was doing, though the second video seems to have something to do with eyeglasses, and I think what she told her mom happened weeks or months between the two videos, but I was glad to hear it.
“Really,” I asked, still grinning, “She said that?” “Yep,” he confirmed as he impersonated her excitement. I was hoping I hadn’t let her down with the second video, though they were both captivating to me. They were probably around five minutes each and shot/edited in the style of a reality show about her. It was an ego boost for her, I figured, but she deserved it.
I don’t know how we met or what kind of relation we may have had to one another. She seemed to be a distant cousin I’d recently got to know thru other family members, but the romantic chemistry that seemed to go on between us suggested we weren’t actually related. If she really felt about me the way I felt about her, we seemed on the brink of becoming a couple.
A couple of what is the question. I considered her attractive enough; her looks and personality reminded me of a cross between Monica, the singer, and my real-life video star Evette, who also sings; but I’m not a “boyfriend” kind of guy. My attraction to her was mostly sexual, though I was enticed by what seemed to be her mostly romantic attraction to me.
Perhaps that’s just ego on my part. I assumed a lot about her feelings toward me based on what I was told she said to her mom while I imagined sitting at a kitchen or dining room table. She was very friendly in person and seemed to like me a lot, but, for all I know, she could’ve thought of me as nothing more than a guy who puts her in “banging” videos.
2019 November 15