is that sometimes you run out of source material, and then your up shit-creek (imagery). I've been out of dreams for days myself, so I figure I'll post someone else's subconscious instead:
Last night I had the saddest dream about my ex-girlfriend. It was like in a short film or a commercial. She was running and supposed to visit me, but the film had been re-edited and they re-shot a new ending without me. She was actually visiting Spike Jonze instead of me! I was so devastated and I asked once for all,
“Why did you leave me?”
“You had terrible breath and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I immediately reached in my pocket hoping to find some mints. I said,
“That’s so unfair. You could have let me know and I would have eaten a lot of mints. By the way, I remember this one month your breath had deteriorated and I didn’t want to upset you, so I bought a big bottle of Listerine to pretend it was for my own use, but I discretely encouraged you to imitate me. So the problem was solved without hurting your feelings.”
“I remember, but the bottle was for you, not for me!”
Later, I was trying to follow her in a sleeping train and I could never be in the same compartment as her. I was even saying to her parents how much I was missing them, but there was no way to find her in this train that was cruising through the snow.
Then a drunk, driving a truck, fishtailed, hit us and went crazy over the freeway.
- Michel Gondry