lastnite: a dream journal

The pool and a fight

I've had lovely Technicolor dreams lately.

Two nights ago, after watching both The Godfather and Rosemary's Baby, I got the expected results: highly stylized dreams with wonderful cinematography. They weren't particularly disturbing, that I can remember, but I did have a checklist that was somehow related to murder.

Last night, my dreams were mostly influenced by Rebel Without a Cause, although some traces of In This Our Life remained. (Thankfully, Forbidden Games played no role that I can remember.) I dreamt I was sprawled by a pool with a bunch of other people. I was wearing sunglasses and my typical high school fall outfit: jeans, t-shirt, and long-sleeved men's dress shirt. I got up when I saw an old friend arrive. I then offered to get him a Coke and, when I got to the kitchen, could find no appropriate glassware. Tea cups didn't seem right, and coffee mugs just wouldn't work. I also fought with Kari F. (big surprise) and someone said that we were the worst two sisters in the world.