… What is “A place you don’t want to find yourself at night, Alex?”….
Here’s what I remember…
- Scraggly, old, skinny, sunburned monk leading me through
- A shadow-filled Gothic cathedral lit by tea-light 20’s spotlights and candles with mazes of side corridors and staircases lit by torches
- A baptismal font being used as a water fountain and waterfall for a potted plant that was pampered because it had “consciousness”
- A stage within the cathedral adorned and built as though it were renovated to be used as a performance hall or vaudeville stage
- Balconies full of eager performers all dressed more or less from the 20s and 30s. (This is where it all turned very strangely Noir-ish)
- Two exaggerated caricature hosts/judges of an audition for a musical performance TV show or movie. They were picking audience members at random (Let’s Make A Deal style) to perform complex choreography and musical numbers on the spot, without preparation (causing quite a bit of anxiety). Failures were met with Hulk sized bodyguards ushering them to the stage where they were beaten and tortured for the audience’s pleasure (and there were plenty of cheers and applause)
- An abusive “agent/boyfriend” of one performer in a Sam Spade hat and trench coat, and a seer sucker suit smoking and spinning a gun
- A performer in a red and black sequined costume with short black bobbed hair who was threatened by the boyfriend to be perfect when she was selected by the hosts to sing a solo
- A surreal moment of realization that the female performer couldn’t sing “the Cell Block Tango” because I hadn’t submitted permissions requests to use it in a dream sequence, and I hadn’t checked my budget for the dream to estimate copyright costs
- A Tarantino-style murder of the Abusive agent/boyfriend by the female performer (who was singing one line from the Chicago tune over and over — “He had it comin’…” (that’s all she could sing before I would have to pay to use the song)
- a Very graphic, bloody, and sound-rich pistol whipping of the boyfriend in the balcony by the female performer. Blood splattered on the camera lens as it focused in on a shot of his wide brimmed hat splashed with blood
- Applause sign blinking, with three letters partially burned out
- All of this occurred as a musical with running music and every word sung Broadway style.
See what it’s like in my head when I’m asleep? I usually have pretty lucid dreams, but this was just… bizarre. I have a lot on my mind, so I’m not surprised that my dreams are becoming more and more …. odd.
I’m woefully behind on updates here, too. I’ve been incredibly busy, and I have a number of things that I am aiming to post, and hopefully I’ll get to them this week, or this weekend. If not, I’ll just pick up as usual and go from there.
Here’s to hoping I can carve out some time!