I had an interesting dream last night.
I dreamed I was in the movie “Inglourious Basterds.” Not as an actor, but as a person sitting in Shoshanna Dreyfus’ theater in the climactic moments of the movie. It didn’t go like it happened in the movie, and I think when the rational part of my brain realized that it wasn’t broadcasting the right movie, it woke me up.
Which is a shame, because I would have really liked to have seen how it ended.
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