I don’t usually write down my dreams but sometimes they’re so intense that I should/need to write them down. I’ve written whole haiku-like poems in my dreams before but this morning I dreamt that I was working on a Mike Leigh film and he was stuck about how the opening title sequence should look like and I offered my suggestion of starting a type in medias res and then a sudden freeze-framing (like Truffaut, like Degrassi Jr. High) with the credits rolling in pop-colored font (yes these were very specific suggestions) superimposed over the freeze-framed image. And suddenly Mike Leigh became the archetypal megalomaniac director/dictator and hated not only my suggestion but that I offered one to begin with. None of the actors who would spend a year workshopping the film were on my side and I was never asked to work on a Mike Leigh film again.
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