a dream I had about watching a movie that started to become real

I was watching a movie, a sort of horror movie, that started with a man entering a nice suburban house and killing the parent; I can’t remember if it was the mother or father; of a little girl. He shot them once at point-blank range in the head or the heart with a handgun that looked like it had a silencer on it. The kid saw it, started screaming and ran to another part of the house.

The man, who was on the phone with someone; the person apparently had no idea what he was up to; casually walked away from the dead body thru the house to where the cries of the kid were coming from. I’d wondered if he was going to leave or go after the kid and there was my answer. She was hiding on the floor of what seemed like a bathroom when he found her.

She lay there frozen, except for the fact the she was trembling, in fear as he put the gun to her head as casually as can be and squeezed the trigger. The tension released as the gun made a soft click noise. After the few seconds it took to realize she was still alive, she hopped up and ran out of the room. The man didn’t give chase. He simply began putting more bullets in the gun.

The girl ran out of the house. It had been night but switched to day as I imagined where I’d go if it were me. To my house next door, I thought, visualizing the one I grew-up in, which would mean the killing happened at my Grandma’s house. I could hide in the basement, but I changed my mind after considering how I’d be trapped if he followed me down there.

Suddenly the tone of the movie changed as the scene cut to what looked like an orangutan. That’s when I realized I’d seen this movie before. It was a sense of déjà vu that scared me as the ape, the fat face of which flashed in extreme close-ups; my only levity was thinking how it looked like a fat black woman I used to work with; began to make Chewbacca-like noises.

At first all I saw was the movie, but at this point I could see the TV I was watching it on and all. I was in a house; not the one I grew-up in but a different one, a newer one, I assume I now lived in alone, which would explain my shock as what looked like a fat white woman walked in from outside. As I feared, the movie was, just as it did the first time I watched it, coming to life.

It wasn’t until the person walked over to the couch and sat down that I got a close look and realized it was probably a man; he looked to be in his 50s; dressed as a woman. “I live in California,” it said, flickering like a hologram from Total Recall. “You live in California,” I repeated but in the form of a question as to confirm it said what I clearly heard it say. That’s when I awoke.

2021 ( February 17 )

a dream I had about my next-door neighbor and a bunch of dogs

I didn’t know it at the time, but it would’ve had to have been a dream because I’m not about to leave my front door wide open, especially on a warm day with insects flying around and neighbors walking by, in real life. Then again, the only reason I did it was because my next-door neighbor; the skinny white hippie girl I had a (sexual/romantic) crush on; was sitting in a chair just outside my door.

She was close enough to the left of it that I could see the right side of her body from inside my apartment. She was out there with her dogs, at least two. She either had them chained to her chair or was letting them run about and stopping them every time they tried to enter my apartment. I was going to tell her it’s fine to let them come in and out if they want, but I don’t think I ever got around to it.

Dogs did come in eventually, but not hers. It seemed her sitting out their with her dogs encouraged neighbor after neighbor to come out and walk by with theirs. Some of the dogs would run into my apartment, which I didn’t mind. I actually wanted the small ones to come in so I could greet and pet them, which I did before they ran right back out to get back to their outside fun as dogs do in real life.

This one guy; he seemed Asian; had a cat with him. I thought it was a dog when it first scurried toward me but realized it was a big fluffy cat when I reached down to show it some love. The weirdest part of the dream though is when a dog; it had a kid face but was furry and on all fours like a dog; actually talked to me. I’m not saying it barked. I mean it actually talked English like a human-being.

It asked “Can I have a cookie”, referring to some (Ritz-like) crackers I had on the floor, or “Can I have a cracker” and they were (sandwich) cookies. I don’t remember which, but he/she/it had it wrong. I told it that it had to ask its mother. I think it’s stupid how people refer to themselves as their pets parents, but it seemed more appropriate than “owner”. “Can I just have one,” it whined.

“You have to ask your mom”, I repeated with a grin of surprise as my cute neighbor and seemingly a few other people giggled along. It may have even asked a third time to which I would’ve just repeated myself again. It didn’t want to ask its owner, who was apparently far enough away not to hear our dialogue, perhaps because it figured it would be told no. I think that’s how the dream ended.

2021 ( February 04 )

audio review : Gnat ( song ) … Eminem

This song starts to sound good near the end when the music makes its second change for the better. “I’m still totally inappropriate with an opioid, groping it while I’m holding it like a trophy,” the former drug addict fantasizes to a mellow thumper soon enhanced by the addition of what sounds like a small horn ensemble. The whole song should sound like that, though it’s Eminem’s lazy hook that bugs me the most.

my rating : 3 of 5


audio review : Music To Be Murdered By [ Side B ] ( album ) ... Eminem