Brains!

Where there was a fire last year, I saw a deer grazing today. Ah…the beautiful spring and renewal in the Santa Monica Mountains.

I've been driving to a staffing office in Thousand Oaks a lot this week. After all the "testing" I feel like a retard, and that nothing I learned at college was worth shit. I might be in a crappier mood about it, except that it's my favorite weather today.

Books

One thing I can safely say comes and goes in phases, is reading. This time I went to the bookstore, and everything I put my hands on I wanted to read. That never happens to me. I picked a book called The Good Good Pig by Sy Montgomery. It’s okay. I don’t like the flow of the story that much. It’s one of those stories I’d rather not read, but hear. She adopts a pig, and it ends up changing her life, and those of the community she lives in. It’s quirky, but you kind of expect it to be, and frankly its not surprising to me. Pigs are intelligent; of course they’re going to affect the lives of their owners. I don’t know, maybe I’m too much of a cynical angry person to enjoy it.

Movies

I watched Australia and Twilight this past weekend.

I’m not sure Baz can really pull his movies off anymore…there’s something obnoxious about how fast everyone talks. The scenes in the beginning of his movies seem to be smashed together, like too many books on a bookshelf. I loved the music, and that’s about it. The acting is mediocre; I wish Nicole Kidman would just lay off for a while. I feel like he didn’t take enough advantage of the wild landscapes at his fingertips, and I never really got that “vast” “dangerous” feeling that I feel like is important to understanding Australia as a whole. And since it’s a movie called Australia, and it’s supposed to encompass that romantic and adventurous lifestyle, you think he would use as much of the natural environment to do it. Most things are CG…wtf. I’m glad though, that the story revolved around the Lost Generations, since no one in America really knows about it.

Twilight on the other hand fully took advantage of the natural landscape. Sometimes it was too distracting. Frankly afterwards, I kicked myself for not reading the book. Because I could tell, there was so much missing, that is obviously written. Oh well. What’s his face, the vampire guy, amazing, of course? Usually young males steal the scenes. The girl, what’s her name? Is too twitchy, while at the same time I think she’s about to fall asleep mid sentence. She delivers her lines awkwardly sometimes, while other times nailing them. She’s very pretty in a plain sort of way, which seems to be the “in” thing in the young new actress world. But I felt like half the time she was laughing at the character she is playing. Anyway, I thought it could have been a lot worse.

Dreams

I need to figure out a better way to remember my dreams. I have all these random words written down in my moleskine about dreams I’ve had the past couple days, but I’m losing the story line. This may sound kind of weird, but I feel like I visit the same “land” in my dreams. There’s the tropical land, the desert land, the theme park, the forested land, the lake country land etc. Different stories happen in the same places, in different dreams, on different nights, even in different years. Maybe that’s why Carl Jung felt they were so important. Too much familiarity creates the illusion of another consciousness. Maybe I even believe him.

Anyway one dream I had, was in the “museum” that I often have dreams in. Sometimes it’s a haunted house, sometimes it’s a multi-storied museum, and sometimes it’s a carnival fun house. In this case, I can’t really remember anything to specific about the dream except that it became really dark. And I had to get out. There was a group of people with me, we were shouting. I pushed forward to some wooden double doors, and started pushing through them. Someone behind me screamed, “Don’t go that way, there are 37 double doors!” They were right, I kept going forward, into a room and then another set of double doors, I started running and couldn’t get to the end. All the while it was pitch black. I woke myself up I panicked so much.

Another dream is what I’m calling the “Charles Dickens” dream. I’m pretty sure it occurred because I got to see the BBC “Little Dorret” series finally come to KCET, and also the chick that’s in “Dollhouse” (which yes I've been watching), Dichen Lachman was in it. Frankly this dream was one of those ones that should not happen, but could happen, and I don’t know what I would do if did happen. Not literally, but definitely scenarios. Anyway a friend of mine was getting married, but it was to a woman, which wasn’t in line with her previous sexual orientation. I don’t remember much else about that. I can remember is Dichen smiling at me, while we were in an atmosphere that felt something like a Charles Dickens book. The way people talked, dressed, the décor etc. Anyway, I was flirting heavily with this guy. Making the eyes and the smiles. The kind you save for new people you’re interested in. One I’ve not exhibited in years. And for some reason I think Dichen was in on my plan. But she was with Jordan, distracting him. It was freaking weird. Anyway this guy and I were sitting opposite each other on couches, but sharing a blanket over our legs. I don’t remember much, but I’m sure I recognize the guy in it. But it was one of those dreams where you feel everything in it, physically.