A double feature occured tonight in this white-walled apartment with jewel-tone rugs (muted emerald and sapphire and diamond, oh the colors are so deep and rich) which for once in a summer is cool and not sweating. To Kill A Mockingbird was first: as I have stated twice already this night, it is the best movie based on a book that I have ever seen. Ever. The acting was... the acting... was art. Truly. The English Patient was last: a good story, if a tad unbelievable and a touch dramatic. No matter, I still liked it. 'Twas an astral representation of love.

I went with Adam yesterday's eve to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. An absolute eye treat. (Eye candy, if you will... haha, sorry.) Depp was fantastic, as always. I liked the organization of the new version better. The changes were handled well.

We hung out afterwards for a little while. We looked at the orange moon through his telescope. Telephone calls and Jeremy and dogs and the desire to sprint that the cold night air produces made things hectic at first, but later it was deathly quiet, and I wanted to stay at his house forever. I missed him before I left.

Today passed slow and fine. I overslept, lazed about contentedly. Made peanut butter toast in the morning: the breakfast of turquoise-sneakered arsonist poets. I downloaded Limewire but haven't had the chance to use it yet, as I traveled to Mother's following its installation. Stopped at Timmy Ho's on the way over; always a good idea. There were happy vibes between my dad and I, and when I arrived here there were laughs among Jerome and Mother and I. We soon departed to our neighborhood Blockbuster, with titles in our heads and garlic bread in our stomachs.

I wish I had stayed on the phone longer.

This is just right. Atmospheric. Gentle, warm. I am comfortable. The fan is softly blowing, the smell of nutmeg fills my nostrils, the screen blazes black and white and the candle glows golden rays that reach around the door of the chamber adjacent. My hand keeps finding my cheek, attempting to furnish a place for my heavy head to rest, and each time it does this I inhale the subtle scents of nail polish and water. I sit cross-legged, wrapped in a blanket, atop a pillow. I feel clean and tired and friendly and hungry, and it all feels so new and opportune, so timely. Ah, yes. Home.

A lovely discussion about dreams and dreaming was had tonight. It made me smile to remember some things, and to hear of another's experiences with the subconscious mind. Dreams are so personal and yet we all have them; they are such an exciting and interesting thing to share. So thought-provoking and so deliciously strange... especially those discussed. It astounds me sometimes the way dreams bottle certain emotions and release them in the mind in the purest of forms. It astounds me sometimes the way dreams can become more real than reality... how they compel one to believe or disbelieve, or both. They really are extraordinary things.

I suppose I shall conclude this entry with a sweeping generalization: it was a nice day.

Dreams are fantastic. It's always interesting to wake up in the morning and wonder what happened during the night and why everything is such a blur, only to realize that it was just a dream.

*sigh* how i wish i could relate, but alas i lack dreams for some time now. quite a disappointment when i see how it has affected my being, not necessarily my physical self, nor my emotional self completely. but the scratches that remain on my subconcious won't allow for the beautiful melodies to present themselves.

I do agree with both sobriquet and zanjui that act of dreaming and dreams itself are fascinating. I think it contains symbols & signs waiting for us to decode what truly lies in the deepest subconsciousness.
However, I also have this idea that even the slightest glimse of dreams holds some kind of prediction waiting to be revealed in the certain time - there's certainly no use in rushing things here. For this reason, I totally agree with playwright that somehow dreams can become reality, and it also has an ablility to change one's own belief & outlook in life too.