POST #173: SWEET DREAMS BABY

6’x9’ Projection

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.

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!

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)