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The Dalai Lama's Penpals
Mar. 27th, 2009 06:24 amDreamed... The Dalai Lama had given me 3 letters to deliver and I’d lost them. Envelopes were this bright marigold color. One of the missives was addressed to a woman I know slightly, a Buddhist monk, and when I told her I’d lost it, she looked very grave. “It’s never good when the Dalai Lama writes to you, “ she said.
All this took place against a strange backdrop where interpersonal relationships were like this 3-dimensional grid built out of fluorescent pink and green straws. There was a man I was emotionally bound to who was very mean to me, and I had to hide both the fact of the letters and the fact that I had lost them. I was searching for them frantically, growing more and more despondent, wondering what complicated cover up lies I could compose to get me off the hook...
Then I woke up!
I’m panicking – I’ve been at this packing thing for ten days straight and there is still such a huge amount to do. And I’m tired of doing it.
BeaTea Faerie brought me Knowing yesterday. Cam catch from a Moscow multiplex. Despite the presence of the ever loathsome N. Cage, I liked it a great deal. Alec Proyas is the only director alive who’s managed to capture the rhythms of dream on camera.
All this took place against a strange backdrop where interpersonal relationships were like this 3-dimensional grid built out of fluorescent pink and green straws. There was a man I was emotionally bound to who was very mean to me, and I had to hide both the fact of the letters and the fact that I had lost them. I was searching for them frantically, growing more and more despondent, wondering what complicated cover up lies I could compose to get me off the hook...
Then I woke up!
I’m panicking – I’ve been at this packing thing for ten days straight and there is still such a huge amount to do. And I’m tired of doing it.
BeaTea Faerie brought me Knowing yesterday. Cam catch from a Moscow multiplex. Despite the presence of the ever loathsome N. Cage, I liked it a great deal. Alec Proyas is the only director alive who’s managed to capture the rhythms of dream on camera.
