Dream Interpretation

Gee, the software/format has been spruced up. It's as if I'd been away. Nah, just lazy.

I had a dream. Vivid, lifelike. There's a book beside my bed in which I have immediately upon waking written an account of my dream. Last entry, some years ago. Having remembered dreams might accompany being happy.  So, it is good news to me that I had such a lively dream.

Here's how it went. Background: I've swum competitively since I was about ten. I will compete again, Master's Swimming (age divisions) in 2007; I've already sent in my SPMA annual fee. Being underwater, therefor has been a lifelong activity. Example: a few years ago I noticed on the bottom of the pool a pair of swim goggles. That particular day long course lanes (50 meters) were not open so I had to swim short course in the other pool (At the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center, Pasadena) at one end of which is the diving tower under which the pool is 17 feet deep. That's where I saw the goggles on the bottom. To be candid I haven't swum down 17 feet very often in my life. That's a lot of water! It's heavy! But I wanted the goggles! Yes, I kept them, so sue me.

My dream, the other day, was about being underwater. I have not been underwater, except to do freestyle flip turns, for quite some time. My interpretation of my dream is completely separate from being underwater.

I should interject here that I own, was given as a gift by the author, The Psychoanalytic Interpretation of the Dream, By Paul Sloan, MD. Inside the front cover, and inside the back cover, are letters written to me by Doctor Sloan. (I dated his daughter many years ago.) He did me the courtesy of telling me that ANYONE (even an actor! Ha ha) can interpret their dreams. "The only interpretation of a dream that is useful is that of the dreamer"! he wrote to me.

Several days ago, in the middle of the night, I woke having great difficulty in breathing. I went outside and gulped cool night air, and still I felt awful. (I may have taken antagonistic, not to be taken together, supplements and medication. Whatever, I was careless, and thought I could play Superman. It was quite, quite scary.

In the dream I was deep underwater, having fun, but suddenly I knew I could never swim back up to the surface: I was trapped by a great weight. I was terrified.

Interpretation of the dream: In my life I'm trying unsuccessfully to stop from drowning. With the dream as a warning I know I'll be able to ferrret out the actual, complete meaning of my dream, the warning of deadly danger.

Barry

 

Theatricality in CRASH

Heaven's Gate! one tries to prime the pump

and a sniper shoots you down. Then a Cracker

shoots you again to make sure you're dead.

In talking about CRASH I intend to talk about

theatricality in a movie, structural devices by

which theatricality is achieved.

Heaven's Gate was so absurdly assembled that

there are a myriad continuity lapses unintended.

Little things such as a pipe held in one hand

was forotten when shooting was resumed and

viola the pipe miraculously had jumped to the

other hand. That lapse was symptomatic of slovenly

workmanship and had nothing to do with the merit

of the story.

CRASH: Christmas is expressed by decorations , and once

suggested is repeated when snow falls, at the end, something

that really truly does happen sometimes in Los Angeles.

Christmas is unexpectedly invoked to alert the viewer

that something pivotal is about to happen, or has

already begun to happen. Ditto the mournful, high pictched,

beautiful woman's voice singing in a foreign language,

recorded in surround sound. The distance of the voice

helps underscore the tragedy of loneliness and neglect.

THE THEME OF OSCAR WINNER BEST PICTURE 2005

Racism is so ever-present in our society, so pervasive,

so poisonous, that actual buying and selling of human

beings still takes place.

I wonder how difficult a 'sell' that was in Hollywood?

I don't know how to interpret the presence of so many

production companies in the credits. I'm only an actor

living on an actor's pension. (Oh, yes, and I just got a

cost-of-living increase from Social Security. Yummy!

I bought extra generic love pills, two kinds, from India

via the Internet.

Barry