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Two dreams. [10 Dec 2000|10:48am]
[ mood | confused ]

First -
I was back in high school, standing in front of my locker waiting for the first bell to ring. I was only wearing a pyjama top, and was feeling a bit nervous. The bell rang, I opened my locker, and proceeded to fill it with empty paper boxes. I realized I had neglected to bring a noteboook or pens or anything useful, and began to panic.
My friend Kitt showed up and chatted a bit with me, and I introduced her to Zuul, who was standing just inside the doorway to the cafeteria. I told him I used to DJ at the radio station that was playing over the intercom, and he started to explain to me something about the type of music that was playing, but I forgot what that was...sorry, Zuul...:)

Second -
I dreamt that Ana Voog was staying at my parent's old house in Rochester (the one I always dream about), but I didn't know about it; I had overslept. She was just about to leave when I woke up. She had a little time to spare, so we ran around in a very strange semi-industrial park, where the day before she had been filmed for a music video (someone else's). The film crew was packing up the equipment. The sun was setting. We realized she needed to go soon, so we jumped into a nearby fountain as one last 'crazy' thing to do, and ran home. Apparently her car had been towed away while we were out gallavanting, so I offered to drive her to Buffalo instead. (Ana, why on earth were you going to Buffalo?) My parents would not lend me one of their cars. Also my father was swallowing huge handfuls of peanuts and trying to explain to me (mouth morbidly full) that he had a digestive problem.
That was the end of the dream.


I want some coffee.

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Swoon [10 Dec 2000|10:04pm]
[ mood | determined ]

Just arrived back from seeing Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon...


I'm no fan of 'kung fu' movies in general, but this was quite a surprise, and a very pleasant one at that. I actually recovered the same distant, awestruck captivation that I had when I watched The Black Stallion as an eight-year-old girl. Quite an effective fable.

This is also the first film I can think of that has strong leading women characters (two, even!), without resorting to making them 'bitches' or 'sexpots'. Strong, beautiful women, you have to go see this film! Trust me on this. I'm jaded and cynical, and this did wonders for me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to find someplace that'll teach me Chinese swordfighting.

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