The Good, The Bad, and P. Diddy

"You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope the train will take you, but you can't be sure. But it doesn't matter!"

"Tell me why! Tell me why it doesn't matter!"

"BECAUSE WE'LL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER!"

If that doesn't make sense, go see the movie "Inception." If you've already seen it, go see it anyway. Like many Christopher Nolan films, it deserves at least two viewings.

I saw it for the second time tonight. There are very few films that I'll sit through twice in theaters, but this one was even better on round two (probably because it made more sense - the first viewing is a little disorienting). I left the theater in a state of awe, totally unsure of what was and wasn't reality in the film.

It's a film I can't stop thinking about. And I like that. I think that's what a good film is supposed to do - stick in your brain for days.

Of course, bad films can stick in your brain too. Just last night I watched what is possibly the best worst movie I've ever seen. It was made in the 80's and it's called "Computer Beach Party."

I think think everything I could say about "Computer Beach Party" can be summed up with this one minute clip:

I think it's probably sacrilegious to talk about "Computer Beach Party" and "Inception" in the same post. But hey, both films entertained me. They just entertained me in two very different ways.

Anyway, enough film geek babble. I should not be awake. I'm gonna head to bed and see what clever illusions my subconscious creates tonight. Steve says that the sequel to "Inception" should involve people being dropped into my dreams. My dreams are notoriously bizarre. Like the dream I had where I was enrolled in a math class and P. Diddy was the teacher. But we won't go into that.

And for the record, even though I had a dream about P. Diddy one time, I still have never woke up in the morning and felt like him. I'm not really sure how people do that. Somebody please tell me.

And Would You Like Fries With That?

For the past week or two, I've been having these reoccurring dreams about fast food restaurants. Usually it's a Carl's Jr or a Wendy's. Sometimes it's a Taco Bell. But regardless of what chain it happens to be, I'm always sitting there drinking a milkshake and waiting for the rest of my food to come. Reasons for being there differ. Sometimes I'm there because I'm avoiding someone obnoxious (this could be anyone from my ex-boyfriend to my seventh grade math teacher). Sometimes I'm waiting for someone that never comes. Sometimes I just want to drink a milkshake. I'm always there longer than I intend to be, and the teenagers at the counter never get my order right.

Weirdest thing is, I don't even eat a lot of fast food in real life. I don't even really like fast food that much.

I'm sure Sigmund Freud or some like-minded psycho shrink could derive some deep meaning from this mundane series of dreams, but I'd like to think it's just another sign that my life is in need of a change. I mean, if the most exciting thing my subconscious can come up with in this current environment involves greasy chain restaurants, it must be time to get out of this town.

I'm going to attempt to sleep now. And hopefully tonight, I'll dream about something more exciting. Maybe I can dream about rock tour. :D