Marshall and the Movies

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.