Yesterday’s movie list included One, Two, Three, Stranger Than Paradise, and Charade. Only two of them had murders. Still, I dreamt that I had to shoot this girl’s parents in the stomach.

I don’t know if they were Erika or Olivia’s younger sisters, these girls lived in a very lovely house. Like Dexter, they had secret rooms. The youngest, who was quite ill, had a castle-like banquet room complete with medieval-themed decorations and over thirty feasting knights. The entrance to this was behind her bedside table. I was living in a basement and could hear a cat rubbing against my window, wanting out of the rain, but it was a cat that could somehow kill me if it got inside.

There was some other incredibly complicated dream that I can’t remember. At least watching Charade added some plot to my dreams; last night’s was a hell of a lot better than moving A-V equipment with Marlon Brando.

Considering last night’s three movies: RoGoPaG, The Night of the Hunter, and Last Tango in Paris, I had very plain dreams.

Luckily, the only side effect of the mostly unpleasant Marlon Brando movie was a nice, calm, boring dream: I had to help him and some other guy move stereo equipment. They were moving into apartments near a lot of high school people.

Last night I continued the obsessive movie watching that has thrilled me so these past weeks. Yesterday’s movies were the last half-hour of Buñuel‘s Diary of a Chambermaid (that I had fallen asleep to the night before), Brief Encounter, Les Diaboliques (a French film that I stayed awake through), and most of Pierrot le fou. I finished Pierrot le fou this morning while remembering my dreams.

All three variations were based on Brief Encounter at least in theme. Variation one involved Matt calling me from Japan and asking me to move with him to Okinawa. Variation two was a close friend moving away. I told this friend, “I can’t believe you’re leaving me.” I knew that leaving wasn’t the right word, so I hesistated, then added, “Well, not leaving me, but at the very least abandoning me.” Variation three was the most interesting one. Our preschool program director, though married with children, fell in love with a roller-skating teenager and the two of them were going to run off together. He was in the oil business, and they were headed to the Persian Gulf, I think. It might have been Okinawa or Iwo Jima, but that doesn’t make as much sense. Rebecca and her lover would simply roller-skate around the city park, hand in hand, while I had to look after three very sunburnt preschoolers. Stephanie came up behind me and asked where I find a new director. I said I didn’t know, that I was having problems grasping it all, and that it was so unlike her. Then I got that filmic narration voice in my head and starting making grand statements about love and romance. “Oh, if she follows her heart, all the rest will fall into place.” The roller-skater reminded me of an old friend, so I was nostalgic already, and watching Rebecca roller-skate continuously in circles was both uplifting and heartwrenching. Tres melodramatique.

I also dreamt that I was an invalid. I had a terrible sinus condition (I even woke up in the middle of this dream and did notice my stuffy nose, although it was much more exaggerated in the dream) and was unable to do much of anything.

Personally, I’m just a little disturbed that it took me this long to have interesting dreams again, especially considering the amount of cinema that I’ve taken in recently.

Mari and I were on a road trip. She wanted to go to a lake. We ate lunch in a small town at a diner we had patronized previously. We had tried to go to the lake before too, but we didn’t get past the diner. On the second visit, we at and the manager came out and chatted. We were only ones there. “I wish you had been here last night. I could have used you.” He had gamblers in that had spent $30 on craps, but he wanted Mari to play Lady Luck and “make everyone real comfortable.” We got back in the car and passed a big lobster sign. Then we were swimming in the lake — it could have been Lake ‘Tween, another nearby lake — and we talked about how Karrie had a cousin named Patrick “Patty” Hearst who was a race car driver.

Zach, Jon, and I were in bumper cars. I was in the orange Robert E. Lee from The Dukes of Hazzard. Zach and Jon were in some Star Wars things. Zach told me, “You know, you can join the Force if you want.” I was tempted, but I kind of had settled into the Robert E. Lee. Ah yes, the decision between The Dukes of Hazzard and Star Wars: isn’t that difficult decision?

I was with a girl (Mari? Erika?) who really wanted to go to a Sisqo concert. We saw Katie Eroh there and that was quite amusing.

Zach and I ate dinner and gabbed about the usual.

I dreamt about a boy named Alex who could will himself aflame, basically Firestarter. He didn’t start fires at whatever he looked at; he would sprout fire on his back where angel wings would have attached. He might have had wings. I can’t remember.

There was a television show about skywriting that I wanted to make a habit of watching, but it was never on at the same time so I couldn’t plan a schedule around it. I wasn’t interested enough to think about taping it however.