lastnite: a dream journal

Cocteau dream

Last night's dream was too influenced by Jean Cocteau (simply because I watched the whole Orphic trilogy last night, although I did fall asleep for a few minutes during Blood of a Poet and Testament of Orpheus).

I was in my old room (upstairs in the childhood home) visiting a famous, aged director. He had posted stills from 1950s sci-fi movies to the window. I sat down on the bed and launched into a whole speech about my childhood in the room--how I watched the tennis courts, how I read by the moonlight, how I pretended that the house with red curtains was the home of a murderer. We then settled in a couch and starting watching a Truffaut (really, it was Cocteau, but that didn't click) film. The only images I remember ran backwards. I saw a ball bounce up a spiral slide. People sometimes walked backwards. I pointed out one part as familiar to me. "This is where I fell asleep last time," I said, "and I think I only did so because it became too frustrating." The subtitles no longer matched the actual dialogue. While I don't know any French, I could tell that the protagonist had said something completely different than the "Hello, I'm Gomez" that appeared in the subtitles.