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I just read that JK Rowling wanted Terry Gilliam to direct the Harry Potter movie, at least the first one. And he passed on it! WHY, oh WHY!? That would have been superb! I still want to get him to direct Complex Psyche when the time comes. YUMMY!
In other news, I had a very odd dream and the only part I remember is surely the oddest. Egads, I don't even know if I want to post it. On the surface, it's kind of disgusting, but it has good portents.
Some of you may remember a dream I had last fall where I found feces under my car seat and had to get rid of it before I could drive the car. These kinds of dreams represent a cleaning, a cleansing so that things can work properly.
So last night, I dreamt that Jacquelyn and I were on the Yucatan peninsula, visiting Mayan ruins and we were in a bathroom, sitting on side-by-side toilets, voiding our bowels. There was a woman from Kentucky there who kept trying to sign us up to participate in a country fair. And every once in awhile, Jacquelyn would reach into the toilet bowl and pull out a big piece of shit and toss it into this special drain in the corner of the room. The Kentucky woman always stopped her monologue about the fair and looked at us in disgust whenever this happened.
The dispensing-of-shit theme is all there, and makes sense considering that we're starting a new relationship and purging a lot of our bad habits and tendencies left over from our pasts. The puzzling part is the Kentuckian and the extra drain in the corner of the room. I'm still stumbling around for the meaning in those parts. Hmmm... meditate, mediate...
And in even other news, I'm going to my parents house this afternoon. I haven't been visiting them often, mostly because of monetary issues. And this time, I must admit, my motivation is a bit selfish. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad and I miss him, but this time, I need him (a mechanical genius) to take a look at a rattling sound in my car and fix it. I'm trying to be proactive about my vehicle, you know, fixing things before they go horribly wrong at the most inopportune moment. And if I can use this as an excuse to force myself to deal with my father's wife long enough to visit him, all the better.
In other news, I had a very odd dream and the only part I remember is surely the oddest. Egads, I don't even know if I want to post it. On the surface, it's kind of disgusting, but it has good portents.
Some of you may remember a dream I had last fall where I found feces under my car seat and had to get rid of it before I could drive the car. These kinds of dreams represent a cleaning, a cleansing so that things can work properly.
So last night, I dreamt that Jacquelyn and I were on the Yucatan peninsula, visiting Mayan ruins and we were in a bathroom, sitting on side-by-side toilets, voiding our bowels. There was a woman from Kentucky there who kept trying to sign us up to participate in a country fair. And every once in awhile, Jacquelyn would reach into the toilet bowl and pull out a big piece of shit and toss it into this special drain in the corner of the room. The Kentucky woman always stopped her monologue about the fair and looked at us in disgust whenever this happened.
The dispensing-of-shit theme is all there, and makes sense considering that we're starting a new relationship and purging a lot of our bad habits and tendencies left over from our pasts. The puzzling part is the Kentuckian and the extra drain in the corner of the room. I'm still stumbling around for the meaning in those parts. Hmmm... meditate, mediate...
And in even other news, I'm going to my parents house this afternoon. I haven't been visiting them often, mostly because of monetary issues. And this time, I must admit, my motivation is a bit selfish. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad and I miss him, but this time, I need him (a mechanical genius) to take a look at a rattling sound in my car and fix it. I'm trying to be proactive about my vehicle, you know, fixing things before they go horribly wrong at the most inopportune moment. And if I can use this as an excuse to force myself to deal with my father's wife long enough to visit him, all the better.
