random dream, but aren’t they all
February 27, 2005Ed Harris, in a Nazi uniform, grinning as he sets up the detonation of a line of train cars. A little out of camera range, but slowly moving toward the viewer is me, in some kind of iron cell set deep in the ground. The sides are too high to climb, there is no place to sit, and Ed is almost ready. I have the 60 seconds or so to contemplate my certain fiery death.
This is typical of the sort of dream I have just before waking. But I think this one is heavily influenced by Oscar night.
