This past Sunday I tried to arrange a movie-night with several people, but due to my untimely planning (12 hours in advance), in the end only Gareth could make it at the same time as I wanted to, some others went to the cinema on Saturday. The film we all wanted to see was “Inception”.
I couldn’t do justice to the film by writing here what it is about, so if you haven’t seen it yet I dictate that you have to see it. I thought it was absolutely brilliant. And not just because it was packed with good looking men.
In fact, strangely, its subconscious trick totally gripped me. It’s about dreams, and how you enter someone’s subconscious through their dreams (but better than that sounds). I was completely dazed after the film, and Gareth commented he too was very tired from trying to keep up with all the levels of the film. I sleepwalked home (the cinema is in the mall across from my house), tried to pinch myself awake, wondered if this dream-thing had anything to do with the multiple realities that I like to believe in, and went to bed.
I was tired, so I slept. But I dreamt the film. And every time the film moved into a deeper level of my subconscious, I became panicked, tried to remember what my reality-token was, and did my best to wake up, which worked, so I literally woke up about 10 times during the night, every time unsure whether I was still dreaming or not. It was a bit annoying and I got really uncomfortable about what I could believe to be real, but in the morning I was pretty impressed with that effect of the film. If a film plays real life tricks on your brain after you’ve seen it, that is wild.
I couldn’t do justice to the film by writing here what it is about, so if you haven’t seen it yet I dictate that you have to see it. I thought it was absolutely brilliant. And not just because it was packed with good looking men.
In fact, strangely, its subconscious trick totally gripped me. It’s about dreams, and how you enter someone’s subconscious through their dreams (but better than that sounds). I was completely dazed after the film, and Gareth commented he too was very tired from trying to keep up with all the levels of the film. I sleepwalked home (the cinema is in the mall across from my house), tried to pinch myself awake, wondered if this dream-thing had anything to do with the multiple realities that I like to believe in, and went to bed.
I was tired, so I slept. But I dreamt the film. And every time the film moved into a deeper level of my subconscious, I became panicked, tried to remember what my reality-token was, and did my best to wake up, which worked, so I literally woke up about 10 times during the night, every time unsure whether I was still dreaming or not. It was a bit annoying and I got really uncomfortable about what I could believe to be real, but in the morning I was pretty impressed with that effect of the film. If a film plays real life tricks on your brain after you’ve seen it, that is wild.
