I got dressed up all Goth, including my magickal black cloak, and went to a "special event" screening of a vampire movie last night. In reality I was accompanied by some women friends, but in the dream that I had just before I woke this morning, they were nowhere to be seen.
In the dream I was one of the last to leave the theatre, packing away my iPad Mini, on which I'd apparently been taking notes. (In real life I do a lot of writing on my device, via the Pages app which I uploaded.) There was only one other person left in the theatre, a man still in his seat. He caught my eye, showed me what he was holding, and informed me it was his device.
The lights were up, but a bit dim; it took me a minute or two to realise he was showing me a pen and a notebook in which he'd been busily writing. Then we exchanged some witty banter about this, before I told him seriously that I too used to use that device, and still would at times if need be. Then I left ... and woke up.
In actual fact, although I usually take my Mini everywhere, it wasn't with me at that movie. My regular handbag isn't Goth enough. I used a slender black evening purse and, in the absence of my Mini, did tuck in a pen and a tiny notepad — I don't go anywhere without writing materials of some kind, "just in case".
Oh yes, the man in the dream looked like the lead actor from the movie — not as he looked in the film, but the way he looks in ordinary life. I've never seen him in anything else, but I did Google after I got home. (I prefer the vampire version, actually.) I wonder what it signifies, that it was the real person in the dream?
Is my subconscious trying to tell me to go back to using pen and paper? Or was it simply a reassurance that it's OK to do so when necessary? As I was in costume and the bloke was in civvies, was the dream just noting how magickal modern technology is? No, not entirely that, as there was a strong endorsement of the all-purpose usefulness of pen and paper.
Interpretations, anyone?
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The movie we saw was Only Lovers Left Alive. Jim Jarmusch and the incomparable Tilda Swinton were good reasons to see it, and I was not disappointed. It was stunningly beautiful visually, and not very much like any other vampire movie I've ever seen. What I didn't expect was that it would be funny — exquisitely funny. And oh yes, Tom Hiddlestone, the male lead, was everything he should have been in the role, and then some.
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Date: 2014-06-02 12:39 am (UTC)
From: gangrel-pri
No help with analysis, but I do love the outfit :)
2014-06-02 01:54 am (UTC)
From: snakypoet
Oh, thank you! That makes me smile.
It was fun getting it together, and it did receive a lot of compliments on the night.
I told my gorgeous and stylish surrogate grand-daughter, whose own black cloak swept the floor, "You look nearly as good as I do." ;)
Date: 2014-06-09 02:03 am (UTC)
From: ishte
I also love the notebook. No thoughts on the dream though. It could just be mental feedback from the evening.
Date: 2014-06-09 02:19 pm (UTC)
From: snakypoet
Well, I am thinking the mental feedback got mixed up with a real message, as I am finding in myself a bit of a yen to start some journalling with notebook and pen for a change. I always used to, so I have unused notebooks ready and waiting.
On the other hand, I love the convenience of the iPad — but I guess I'd better listen to my subconscious.