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Strange dreams...[spont.]
May. 27th, 2004 09:43 pm
Aww....Flames lost 4-1. It's just like revenge, really, since we won 4-1 last game. And Lightning hurt a bunch of our players last game, so we hurt a bunch of their players this game (hopefully).
This dream that I had last night really reminded me of some stories that I've read for class, but I can't point out an exact title or anything.
I'm sitting in the downstairs room, working on something. I have the radio in the corner of the room turned on. After a while, I hear sounds coming from outside the house, coming from the backyard. I stand up and go to the door to the garage (we have an attached garage with access from the basement, and the garage also has a door to the backyard). I open up the door to the backyard and it's blinding sunlight outside, and I see my parents playing with my sister, from a long time ago when she was still just a toddler. The colours are very yellow and musty but not monochrome, as if the scene I was witnessing came from the pages of a couple decades-old photo album. I close the door and hurry away, because I'm afraid that they will come down to the door and see me.
Then there's a part where I seem to have a walk-on part in a travelling sort of theatre production. I got to push a frilly, carnival-decorated cart across the stage. But that's kind of beside the point.
Oh right, it reminds me of the 1985 film version of Death of a Salesman starring Dustin Hoffman that I watched in English class, the parts where Willy's talking to himself and then it transitions to his memories of the past when he opens the door into the backyard.
This dream that I had last night really reminded me of some stories that I've read for class, but I can't point out an exact title or anything.
I'm sitting in the downstairs room, working on something. I have the radio in the corner of the room turned on. After a while, I hear sounds coming from outside the house, coming from the backyard. I stand up and go to the door to the garage (we have an attached garage with access from the basement, and the garage also has a door to the backyard). I open up the door to the backyard and it's blinding sunlight outside, and I see my parents playing with my sister, from a long time ago when she was still just a toddler. The colours are very yellow and musty but not monochrome, as if the scene I was witnessing came from the pages of a couple decades-old photo album. I close the door and hurry away, because I'm afraid that they will come down to the door and see me.
Then there's a part where I seem to have a walk-on part in a travelling sort of theatre production. I got to push a frilly, carnival-decorated cart across the stage. But that's kind of beside the point.
Oh right, it reminds me of the 1985 film version of Death of a Salesman starring Dustin Hoffman that I watched in English class, the parts where Willy's talking to himself and then it transitions to his memories of the past when he opens the door into the backyard.
