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I wouldn't normally do this kind of thing
Nov. 15th, 2003 11:48 amBut the film director in my head has been coming up with fantastic stuff the last few nights.
Thursday night
Matt and I arrive, after dark, in a vintage car, at a city which has been taken over by a tribe of sentient, lethally fierce wolves. The humans are on the run and trying to organise as a resistance movement. We are met on the outskirts of the city by a resistance leader who seems quite a shady character, but gives us necessary survival information and buys us cocktails. Then we are spirited to an old hotel which is the humans' last stronghold, ringed around with anti-wolf defences. Once inside, we are told that some of the wolves have infiltrated the hotel. Several exciting action scenes follow, where we're running through corridors, the lights keep going off, and in the dark we hear the clicking of wolf talons and the panting of wolf breath as they pursue, and then we pull off hairsbreadth escapes.
Arriving at the central citadel, we think we are safe. Then the shady character from the start of the dream arrives and tells us we are now in thousands of pounds of debt from the drinks he bought us a few hours earlier - interest rates have soared owing to the wolf crisis, he says, surely everyone knows that? I find myself being taken away under armed guard to be sold into slavery.
(Moral: humans are far more rapacious than wolves could ever be?)
Friday night
My mother, my brother and I are at the Palace Theatre to see Les Miserables. We have already seen it twice, in 1990 and 1992. Now, though, there's a new director in charge who has a radical new approach to the staging. Instead of taking place in revolutionary France, it's set in the mid-21st century and performed by cyborgs. Everyone is dressed in fluoro suits like something out of Tron, and there's a rapid-fire slide show of spaceships, skyscrapers and random phrases projected on to the backdrop, and Kraftwerk are in the orchestra pit. In the dream, I think this is abominable and am on the point of walking out.
As soon as I woke up, though, I thought it was a great idea.
Thursday night
Matt and I arrive, after dark, in a vintage car, at a city which has been taken over by a tribe of sentient, lethally fierce wolves. The humans are on the run and trying to organise as a resistance movement. We are met on the outskirts of the city by a resistance leader who seems quite a shady character, but gives us necessary survival information and buys us cocktails. Then we are spirited to an old hotel which is the humans' last stronghold, ringed around with anti-wolf defences. Once inside, we are told that some of the wolves have infiltrated the hotel. Several exciting action scenes follow, where we're running through corridors, the lights keep going off, and in the dark we hear the clicking of wolf talons and the panting of wolf breath as they pursue, and then we pull off hairsbreadth escapes.
Arriving at the central citadel, we think we are safe. Then the shady character from the start of the dream arrives and tells us we are now in thousands of pounds of debt from the drinks he bought us a few hours earlier - interest rates have soared owing to the wolf crisis, he says, surely everyone knows that? I find myself being taken away under armed guard to be sold into slavery.
(Moral: humans are far more rapacious than wolves could ever be?)
Friday night
My mother, my brother and I are at the Palace Theatre to see Les Miserables. We have already seen it twice, in 1990 and 1992. Now, though, there's a new director in charge who has a radical new approach to the staging. Instead of taking place in revolutionary France, it's set in the mid-21st century and performed by cyborgs. Everyone is dressed in fluoro suits like something out of Tron, and there's a rapid-fire slide show of spaceships, skyscrapers and random phrases projected on to the backdrop, and Kraftwerk are in the orchestra pit. In the dream, I think this is abominable and am on the point of walking out.
As soon as I woke up, though, I thought it was a great idea.
