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Had a complicated dream this morning that appears to have been part V for Vendetta, part Phantom of the Opera, and part From Hell.
Like many of my dreams, this was half me watching the movie, and half me starring in the movie. Watching!me kept insisting that I'd seen this movie before, though.
As far as I can remember, it started with me as the Christine Daae character. The Phantom, though, was no friendly, sexy, "I just want to marry you!" stalker -- no, this Phantom had flat out said that he might be planning to kill me. There was a montage of cutthroats all over the town taking advantage of this well-known fact, and were killing young women who kinda looked like me, secure in the knowledge that everyone would blame the Phantom.
Either I'd gotten wind of this and wanted it to stop, or the Phantom himself had contacted me with a deal; either way, I ended up in a carriage headed for a meeting spot, determined that I would set this right. With me I carried a bouquet of something that resembled lupines (but definitely weren't), and spent the whole trip breathing them in. Apparently, the Phantom's MO was to offer his victim a flower (a lily, maybe? Something big and bell-like) that was scented to drive all the good air out of her lungs, and by inhaling these not'lupines, I was hoping to fill my lungs with good air.
When I got to the meeting place -- a sort of stone bandstand in the middle of a square, with wooden fences on the walls and lush bouquets of flowers hanging on hooks inside -- I was met first by a young man, maybe 14 or 15, who must have been a friend. He was played by a guy I know IRL, blond and skinny and cute.
"Here," he said with a smile as I approached, "let me take a smell of those flowers. That way I'll have some good air for you when he's gone." He was projecting an air of total optimism and practicality -- very Dickon-esque.
The next guy who came around the corner resembled Joshamee Gibbs, and he was scared -- and therefore, mad -- that I was even considering meeting the Phantom here. "Do you think it's going to be all 'yes, miss!' 'No, miss!' 'Let me tip my silly hat to you, miss!'" he demanded.
That last cracked me up -- not Christine!me, but watching!me -- because he was wearing a top hat that almost qualified for stovepipe status.
Aaanyway.
I paced around the bandstand as the sun set, nose still buried in the not'lupines. The lamplighter came by, and I tensed up. I finally relaxed when I realized that his face couldn't possible be a mask (watching!me tensed up too, but knew it wasn't him yet). He lit the lamps, slid the fences closed -- watching me the whole time -- and locked them up.
And then there was a commercial break. I am DEAD SERIOUS. People in top hats dancing in happy sunny fields.
Oh, watching!me thought. I must be watching this movie on TV or something.
When it returned to the movie, it came complete with title: "The Wedding Sunrise." Ominous, no?
The opening shot was of the sun rising over the stones of the square. We'd passed the night unmolested, but all the flowers in the bandstand were gone now, including my not'lupines -- the implication was that I'd breathed them all away. Which meant that I was a little screwed if/when the Phantom showed up, because I wouldn't be able to refresh my good air.
As the sun rose, a man came ambling over to the bandstand, and Christine!me got very, very scared, because this one was wearing a mask, a sort of Death's head that covered everything but his pale blue eyes. He had an avuncular, jolly sort of air as he unlocked the fences around me. I wish I could remember his dialogue.
Anyway, it ended with him, still cheerful, ambling over to a nearby wooden structure, pulling out a noose, and matter-of-factly hanging himself.
Which rather freaked Christine!me out, as you might imagine. Watching!me was absolutely dead certain that this was a ruse by the Phantom, a la Hannibal Lecter.
I turned away, shaking, eyes squeezed shut, and said, "I really need to hug something big and hairy and safe right now."
And when I heard a slow voice offering a hug, I unhesitatingly followed it and clung to -- someone. At first I thought it was Gibbs, but whoever it was had a build more along the lines of Andre the Giant. When I finally opened my eyes, my interior narration identified the hulk I was hugging as Prince Edward. (No, I have no idea either.)
I felt better for the hug, and turned around. The three men moved together, looking at the hanged man, and I caught some of their comments.
"Is he dead?"
"No. Just his body. We're still waiting for his head to die."
Around now, the sun was pretty well up, and people, tourists*, were starting to stream into the square. Either no one noticed or no one was bothered by the hanged man. Christine!me began arguing with Gibbs again -- he was trying to convince me that the Phantom obviously wasn't going to show up, and I was insisting that I couldn't take that chance -- when watching!me noticed one man with a fixed face coming in. I remembered to a scene later in the movie where that man, with a decoy family of mannequins in the background, revealed himself as the Phantom.
And then I finally woke myself up, with the injunction that THIS WAS A SCARY MOVIE, and I wanted to not have nightmares, THANK you very much.
There was also a more pleasant but less interesting dream about a date with a crush.
*Highly anachronistic ones, now that I think about it. Everything else had been, oh, 1700's European up 'til now, and now there were people in polo shirts and khaki slacks wandering around.
Like many of my dreams, this was half me watching the movie, and half me starring in the movie. Watching!me kept insisting that I'd seen this movie before, though.
As far as I can remember, it started with me as the Christine Daae character. The Phantom, though, was no friendly, sexy, "I just want to marry you!" stalker -- no, this Phantom had flat out said that he might be planning to kill me. There was a montage of cutthroats all over the town taking advantage of this well-known fact, and were killing young women who kinda looked like me, secure in the knowledge that everyone would blame the Phantom.
Either I'd gotten wind of this and wanted it to stop, or the Phantom himself had contacted me with a deal; either way, I ended up in a carriage headed for a meeting spot, determined that I would set this right. With me I carried a bouquet of something that resembled lupines (but definitely weren't), and spent the whole trip breathing them in. Apparently, the Phantom's MO was to offer his victim a flower (a lily, maybe? Something big and bell-like) that was scented to drive all the good air out of her lungs, and by inhaling these not'lupines, I was hoping to fill my lungs with good air.
When I got to the meeting place -- a sort of stone bandstand in the middle of a square, with wooden fences on the walls and lush bouquets of flowers hanging on hooks inside -- I was met first by a young man, maybe 14 or 15, who must have been a friend. He was played by a guy I know IRL, blond and skinny and cute.
"Here," he said with a smile as I approached, "let me take a smell of those flowers. That way I'll have some good air for you when he's gone." He was projecting an air of total optimism and practicality -- very Dickon-esque.
The next guy who came around the corner resembled Joshamee Gibbs, and he was scared -- and therefore, mad -- that I was even considering meeting the Phantom here. "Do you think it's going to be all 'yes, miss!' 'No, miss!' 'Let me tip my silly hat to you, miss!'" he demanded.
That last cracked me up -- not Christine!me, but watching!me -- because he was wearing a top hat that almost qualified for stovepipe status.
Aaanyway.
I paced around the bandstand as the sun set, nose still buried in the not'lupines. The lamplighter came by, and I tensed up. I finally relaxed when I realized that his face couldn't possible be a mask (watching!me tensed up too, but knew it wasn't him yet). He lit the lamps, slid the fences closed -- watching me the whole time -- and locked them up.
And then there was a commercial break. I am DEAD SERIOUS. People in top hats dancing in happy sunny fields.
Oh, watching!me thought. I must be watching this movie on TV or something.
When it returned to the movie, it came complete with title: "The Wedding Sunrise." Ominous, no?
The opening shot was of the sun rising over the stones of the square. We'd passed the night unmolested, but all the flowers in the bandstand were gone now, including my not'lupines -- the implication was that I'd breathed them all away. Which meant that I was a little screwed if/when the Phantom showed up, because I wouldn't be able to refresh my good air.
As the sun rose, a man came ambling over to the bandstand, and Christine!me got very, very scared, because this one was wearing a mask, a sort of Death's head that covered everything but his pale blue eyes. He had an avuncular, jolly sort of air as he unlocked the fences around me. I wish I could remember his dialogue.
Anyway, it ended with him, still cheerful, ambling over to a nearby wooden structure, pulling out a noose, and matter-of-factly hanging himself.
Which rather freaked Christine!me out, as you might imagine. Watching!me was absolutely dead certain that this was a ruse by the Phantom, a la Hannibal Lecter.
I turned away, shaking, eyes squeezed shut, and said, "I really need to hug something big and hairy and safe right now."
And when I heard a slow voice offering a hug, I unhesitatingly followed it and clung to -- someone. At first I thought it was Gibbs, but whoever it was had a build more along the lines of Andre the Giant. When I finally opened my eyes, my interior narration identified the hulk I was hugging as Prince Edward. (No, I have no idea either.)
I felt better for the hug, and turned around. The three men moved together, looking at the hanged man, and I caught some of their comments.
"Is he dead?"
"No. Just his body. We're still waiting for his head to die."
Around now, the sun was pretty well up, and people, tourists*, were starting to stream into the square. Either no one noticed or no one was bothered by the hanged man. Christine!me began arguing with Gibbs again -- he was trying to convince me that the Phantom obviously wasn't going to show up, and I was insisting that I couldn't take that chance -- when watching!me noticed one man with a fixed face coming in. I remembered to a scene later in the movie where that man, with a decoy family of mannequins in the background, revealed himself as the Phantom.
And then I finally woke myself up, with the injunction that THIS WAS A SCARY MOVIE, and I wanted to not have nightmares, THANK you very much.
There was also a more pleasant but less interesting dream about a date with a crush.
*Highly anachronistic ones, now that I think about it. Everything else had been, oh, 1700's European up 'til now, and now there were people in polo shirts and khaki slacks wandering around.
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Date: 2007-07-05 06:45 pm (UTC)