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I think I have interesting
dreams, but the problem is I don’t know for sure because I never remember them.
At one time, I did collect quite a few surreal examples in a little spiral
notebook I kept next to my bed, but in the past year or so, nothing of interest
has turned up and even if it did, I wouldn’t remember it. Last night however,
after sleeping poorly, I managed to doze off around 6 a.m. and woke up a couple
of hours later to this doozey: Maybe my readers can explain it; I know I can’t.
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| 6’x9’ Projection |
I find myself in the middle
of a crowd of sophisticated-looking people standing around in what appears to
be a dimly lit hotel ballroom There are tables with food everywhere. I have no
idea who the people are or why I am there. They certainly have no interest in
me; they’re busily chatting to one another. I suddenly realize that I am there
to direct a new movie and the people around me are my technical staff and
performers. They in turn have no idea of my importance and continue to ignore me
(a little old white haired lady.) I have never directed a film before, have no
idea what I am going to do but all I know is that I am in charge and have to
take over and get it done. I get up on a chair to address the crowd. I call
them to order, tell them I am the
director of the movie they are supposed to be working on, but they mostly
ignore me and continue chatting with their friends. All of a sudden, I feel a
surge of anger and power and I take charge. My normally soft voice changes into
what my children used to call my “Bronx Junior High School teachers voice,” the
one that could bring a class of screaming inner city twelve year olds to heel.
They once confessed to me that they were frightened of that voice, but it meant
that I was in control. And that’s what happened to the crowd in the ballroom.
There was a hush while I addressed them, explaining that that I didn’t know
what the movie was about, that I had no script but I knew I was in charge of
making it. A man in the audience began to heckle me and I fired him on the
spot. The crowd was stunned, staring at me in disbelief. Even in my sleep I
could feel that surge of anger and power; I was not going to tolerate any
disobedience or disrespect. It was MY movie and nobody was going to stop me!
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| 6"x9" Projection |
To look at me, you might
think I’m a powerless eighty-eight year old lady, but when I get my Bronx
Junior High School teacher’s voice, NOBODY fucks with me! I grabbed my pencil
and pad and proceeded to write the dream down before it faded, (dream like)
away.
P.S. Now I’m curious. What
was the movie about?
Renee Kahn (Director)
