Sunday, March 25, 2007
A few years ago, I read "Badge of Evil", a 1950s crime novel that became the basis for the classic film noir movie "Touch of Evil" by Orson Welles. Shortly after finishing the novel, I posted a summary on my Entertainment USA blog and even contributed the summary as an article to Wikipedia.
Anyway, my latest dream is very similar to "Badge of Evil". It's like an updated version of a 1950s movie that's based on a crime novel. That story in my dream has a cop investigating the death of another cop who had died half a century ago. The story seems to revolve around the testimony of the dead cop's partner (a Mexican cop who for some reason looks like Ron Jeremy) recounting their last case.
That last case was a drug bust at a gangster's house. Now, I know I wasn't part of the story. My dream is supposed to be a movie after all. So I found it odd to see myself (first-person perspective) crouching in the backseat of a getaway car as the Mexican cop is pulling the car out of the gangster's garage and the "dead cop" is riding shotgun...literally. It's like reverse meta-fiction.
The dream ends inconclusively as I'm "awakened" by the sounds of dogs barking. I go downstairs to find Mom feeding three dogs by putting food in a plastic vat. (One of the dogs got too greedy and pulled the vat away from the other two.)
It was after that scene that I REALLY wake up to find that the barking dog actually came from the neighbor's house behind me. (In my dream, we were supposed to be still living in good ol' 1306 Nieto St. which was demolished to make way for a new apartment building.)
Anyway, my latest dream is very similar to "Badge of Evil". It's like an updated version of a 1950s movie that's based on a crime novel. That story in my dream has a cop investigating the death of another cop who had died half a century ago. The story seems to revolve around the testimony of the dead cop's partner (a Mexican cop who for some reason looks like Ron Jeremy) recounting their last case.
That last case was a drug bust at a gangster's house. Now, I know I wasn't part of the story. My dream is supposed to be a movie after all. So I found it odd to see myself (first-person perspective) crouching in the backseat of a getaway car as the Mexican cop is pulling the car out of the gangster's garage and the "dead cop" is riding shotgun...literally. It's like reverse meta-fiction.
The dream ends inconclusively as I'm "awakened" by the sounds of dogs barking. I go downstairs to find Mom feeding three dogs by putting food in a plastic vat. (One of the dogs got too greedy and pulled the vat away from the other two.)
It was after that scene that I REALLY wake up to find that the barking dog actually came from the neighbor's house behind me. (In my dream, we were supposed to be still living in good ol' 1306 Nieto St. which was demolished to make way for a new apartment building.)
