I’d like to hear your experiences as the things we do and see in waking life often come to our dreams.
I once had a dream where I was hanging out with Sartana. The only thing I remember from the dream though is that Sartana was really chill. I don’t remember what we did or discussed.
When I watched All the Colors of the Dark for the first time, it was already midnight. The intro scene made me feel anxious but I still decided to watch the film. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night and had weird dreams. I woke up at one point and saw blue-eyed Ivan Rassimov with a knife in his hand hiding behind a curtain next to my bed. Then he disappeared and I realized that my mind hadn’t completely woken up yet.
I once dreamed that I went to my grandmother’s house that sit’s along the banks of the Cumberland River. There were several cars parked in the driveway so I parked by the barn and walked from there to the house. A beautiful dark haired girl with a dark complexion sat in a rocker on the porch. She was dressed in a black dress like one would wear to a funeral in the 1800s and she wore a black veil. I noticed that she was crying and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief in her black lace gloved hand. I felt like I should know her but couldn’t figure out who she was.
I asked her where my uncle was and she got very upset with me. She told me that since I couldn’t be bothered to show up for the funeral then she didn’t want to talk to me. I asked her who had died and then she went absolutely ballistic on me. She told me that I knew exactly who had died.
It was then that I decided to get away from her and walked to the river where I found my uncle sitting on a log talking to another man. My uncle was fishing but the other man, who had his back turned to me, was hand rolling a “cigarette”. He was telling my uncle that if he would simply smoke that “cigarette” with him that it would cure his cataracts and constipation. I told my uncle that he probably shouldn’t smoke that not knowing what it was which pissed the man on the log off.
He jumped up to confront me and it was then that I saw it was William Berger.
That’s the last thing I remember.
Sure but they were always of the Italian beauties in the films. Probably best left there
I’ve had very abstract and weird as hell dreams since I was little, but not too many that were film related.
One that comes to mind pretty vividly for me that was a dream I actually wished had gone on a little longer was me, Alain Delon, and Ursula Andress skinny dipping in a huge pool