Dreams, They Complement My Viewing

One of the stranger things about my dreams are when I can remember with bizarre and unexpected clarity the movies or TV shows that I’ve seen in them after I’ve woken up. Last night, for example, I saw the (entirely fictional) movie The Bright Side of Eddie Darkness, which was a kind of dark comedy about a “dirty” cop trying to go straight for the love of a good woman and failing continually (Rhys Ifans played the title character, I think; it was alright). Occasionally, I think to myself, I should actually write these stories and then, as soon as that thought has entered my head, I inevitably forget all about the details of the stories.

It’s at times like these that I think that my brain is out to undermine my success wherever possible; I find it easier to do that than actually take responsibility for my own lack of completing fiction. There was a time, way back when, when I was working on a longform story that had a major plot point appear in, of all places, Bruce Almighty before I’d finished writing it. I took that as a sign of devine intervention that I should stop writing that story immediately. No wonder I went into blogging; the immediacy, deadlines and lack of likelihood of God stepping in all help me stay away from my neuroses.

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