Posted 5 November 2005on:
I went to sleep hoping for a blissful night of sweet dreams after seeing the Velocity of Gary for the third time this week. This film has left its mark on me. How can a film that has the potential for smuttiness and filth, be so charming and naive in its own way? Valentino and Gary; such sweet souls; an inner beauty shines from them and their love ….. well. I went to sleep with their sweet faces in my head; those kisses so full of passion, so tender, so beautiful, so sad.
What do you all dream?
I mean the sweet dreams when the demons aren’t on the prowl seeking to do nighttime damage to your senses? Do you have sweet dreams that when you rouse from sleep you feel so good, so alive, so happy?
I am a dreamer; I go off into my own little world, a place where for a moment I feel safe.
Then there are the ones that I wake from that shake me to the core. No – no demons, but a feeling so real that I put out my hand and feel his touch and he’s there waiting for me. A feeling so real I can smell him, I know he was there.
Is there meaning to them? A psychologist friend tries to analyse them, but I believe you should just go with them and accept they are what they are, dreams and no more.
BUT …….. have any of experienced sleep paralysis? Oh my, look this one up on the net. Dreams of demons is nothing; this is one almighty scary experience – you cannot move; they are coming to get you; to take the breath out of you; to suffocate you; to carry you away. I am not making this up; you couldn’t make this up – I have known this terrible phenomenon and nothing, nothing compares.
The film obviously had a profound affect on me; I didn’t expect these thoughts to come jumbling out of my mind this Saturday morning; but they have and now what do you all dream?