Such Things as Dreams Are Made

The oddest dream… I was at this art theater on the fringes of a mall in a small town in northeast Washington state, and gradually it dawned on me that the theater was run by dead people who were looping scenes from their lives over and over again on the screen. They were all members of a film collective - kind of like Jeanna's little coop running the Kiva back in the early eighties - and they inhabited a ramshackle Victorian house together on the outskirts of town. The weirdest thing is that as they grew more and more detached from their past lives, the film montages on the screen grew more and more abstract.

"Sounds like a place to book the circus!" said Ben to whom I recounted the dream as I was waking up from it. "I mean, honest living people at that mall are getting burned for entertainment! JDK would make a fortune."