I had a strange dream last night...
I dreamt that I was watching a television informercial that was selling a monster house - which was being sold by Bea Arthur. Oddly enough, I distinctly remember the camera being so up-close to Beatrice's face that we never actually saw the house. The camera panning was rather deliberate and slow, very odd. The house was gigantic apparently, though, as it semed to be aimed for the multi-millionaire, and it was on a shorefront, and it came with a ship. Not a boat, a freaking ship just out on the back porch that was about the same size as the house (and I remember its size, since I could actually see that). Though the ship was made of wood... really old-school design.
And then I was in a Scorsese film with Jack Nicholson. Black and White film, and we were riding in a school bus to pick up someone. I felt like I was in a version of The Departed with, well, a school bus. :P
Christine woke me up at that point. I wonder what the heck that was all about...
I dreamt that I was watching a television informercial that was selling a monster house - which was being sold by Bea Arthur. Oddly enough, I distinctly remember the camera being so up-close to Beatrice's face that we never actually saw the house. The camera panning was rather deliberate and slow, very odd. The house was gigantic apparently, though, as it semed to be aimed for the multi-millionaire, and it was on a shorefront, and it came with a ship. Not a boat, a freaking ship just out on the back porch that was about the same size as the house (and I remember its size, since I could actually see that). Though the ship was made of wood... really old-school design.
And then I was in a Scorsese film with Jack Nicholson. Black and White film, and we were riding in a school bus to pick up someone. I felt like I was in a version of The Departed with, well, a school bus. :P
Christine woke me up at that point. I wonder what the heck that was all about...