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rusty_halo) wrote2005-06-23 12:09 pm
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I had another of those crazy dreams last night. It was a weird two-parter type thing.
The first part, I'm sure, was inspired by the fact that I'd just seen Batman Begins in IMAX for the second time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaydk. We went to the 11pm showing, so I had to take the subway home alone at 2am on a Wednesday night, which was a little creepy. (The movie was even better the second time--Christian Bale is amazing. We had great seats, and the theater was full of True Fans who laughed and cheered at every cool moment.)
So anyway, the dream was that I was walking around on the upper east side, but in kind of a creepy area, and it was totally dark and all the lights were out. And a crazy serial killer was following me around, and I couldn't figure out how to get away. So I was walking fast, keeping an eye out, paranoid, not sure where I was going. And I'd see these scary type people and walk by them, not sure if they were evil killers or not. It was definitely a panic-nightmare type dream.
Then I got home, back to my apartment. (Which wasn't really my real-life apartment.) And I found out from the TV that someone else had been killed instead of me, which was a relief but really horrible at the same time. And I had this male roommate who was being an asshole, and he was a little scary too. He kept scaring Lucifer--grabbing him and swinging him around. And I kept telling him not to, that he was scaring Lucifer, but he kept doing this "awww, I'm not scaring him, he likes it!" thing, when Lucifer was patently not enjoying it--he was scared and crying. (My dad does this to him, too.)
Um, and then I was watching, like, Hollywood Squares or something. (Which I've never actually watched for more than 30 seconds.) And they brought out Courtney Love, who was actually fairly sober and presentable. And a male interviewer was asking her these questions, like are you really a horrible abusive drug addicted mother? And she was offended at the question, and answered "Well, if that was true, then the courts wouldn't keep giving me custody of my daughter, now would they?" She was very snarky and intelligent. (God, I miss the cool version of Courtney Love. When she had her shit together she was awesome.) And because it was network TV, they were blurring out all of her curse words, so her sentences were ridden with these blank spots wherever she'd say anything racy.
So then they brought out Axl Rose, who was totally different from Axl now. He was like this old business-man type with short hair, dressed casually, almost touristy. And it was like the whole thing was sort of a setup, because they wanted to see what would happen between Courtney and Axl. (And it was also like a Politically Incorrect thing, where they were going to have four guests and show their confrontations, and Axl was the second.)
So in this dream scenario, Courtney and Axl hadn't interacted since their famous, uh, disagreement at the MTV Awards in 1992. So they immediately started yelling at each other, and you couldn't tell almost anything that Courtney was saying because so many of her words were bleeped out.
Um, and then at the end, Courtney was leading her daughter away through the parking lot trying to shield her from paparazzi.
But this was all somehow part of the same dream where I was in my apartment being terrorized by my nasty roommate who was possibly the serial killer who'd been stalking me. And I was trying to figure out ways to keep him out of the apartment, I think.
The first part, I'm sure, was inspired by the fact that I'd just seen Batman Begins in IMAX for the second time with
jaydk. We went to the 11pm showing, so I had to take the subway home alone at 2am on a Wednesday night, which was a little creepy. (The movie was even better the second time--Christian Bale is amazing. We had great seats, and the theater was full of True Fans who laughed and cheered at every cool moment.)So anyway, the dream was that I was walking around on the upper east side, but in kind of a creepy area, and it was totally dark and all the lights were out. And a crazy serial killer was following me around, and I couldn't figure out how to get away. So I was walking fast, keeping an eye out, paranoid, not sure where I was going. And I'd see these scary type people and walk by them, not sure if they were evil killers or not. It was definitely a panic-nightmare type dream.
Then I got home, back to my apartment. (Which wasn't really my real-life apartment.) And I found out from the TV that someone else had been killed instead of me, which was a relief but really horrible at the same time. And I had this male roommate who was being an asshole, and he was a little scary too. He kept scaring Lucifer--grabbing him and swinging him around. And I kept telling him not to, that he was scaring Lucifer, but he kept doing this "awww, I'm not scaring him, he likes it!" thing, when Lucifer was patently not enjoying it--he was scared and crying. (My dad does this to him, too.)
Um, and then I was watching, like, Hollywood Squares or something. (Which I've never actually watched for more than 30 seconds.) And they brought out Courtney Love, who was actually fairly sober and presentable. And a male interviewer was asking her these questions, like are you really a horrible abusive drug addicted mother? And she was offended at the question, and answered "Well, if that was true, then the courts wouldn't keep giving me custody of my daughter, now would they?" She was very snarky and intelligent. (God, I miss the cool version of Courtney Love. When she had her shit together she was awesome.) And because it was network TV, they were blurring out all of her curse words, so her sentences were ridden with these blank spots wherever she'd say anything racy.
So then they brought out Axl Rose, who was totally different from Axl now. He was like this old business-man type with short hair, dressed casually, almost touristy. And it was like the whole thing was sort of a setup, because they wanted to see what would happen between Courtney and Axl. (And it was also like a Politically Incorrect thing, where they were going to have four guests and show their confrontations, and Axl was the second.)
So in this dream scenario, Courtney and Axl hadn't interacted since their famous, uh, disagreement at the MTV Awards in 1992. So they immediately started yelling at each other, and you couldn't tell almost anything that Courtney was saying because so many of her words were bleeped out.
Um, and then at the end, Courtney was leading her daughter away through the parking lot trying to shield her from paparazzi.
But this was all somehow part of the same dream where I was in my apartment being terrorized by my nasty roommate who was possibly the serial killer who'd been stalking me. And I was trying to figure out ways to keep him out of the apartment, I think.
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And Courtney and Axyl - what a pair!
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I'm clueless - Courtney and Axl had a run in? True, I was very far from televisions in 92, but how did I miss that?
Yes, I'm catching up with LJ, hence all the comments from me.
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*sigh*
You're telling me.
Courtney and Axl had a run in?
I don't think it actually aired on TV. They had some kind of behind the scenes confrontation.
Trying to think what I remember ... I'm sure it's documented in bunches of places though. I think Axl liked Nirvana and wanted them to play (somewhere) and they refused because Kurt thought Axl was a phony asshole, so Axl already had a grudge. And I think Courtney had some kind of confrontation with Axl's girlfriend (Stephanie Seymour?)--something like Axl's girlfriend asked if Courtney was a model, and Courtney responded by asking if she was a brain surgeon. And somewhere in this Courtney asked Axl if he'd be the godfather of their child (?). And Axl told Kurt to "shut [his] bitch up," which I guess didn't sit so well with the Cobains....
It's like one of those legendary confrontations, you hear stories about it, but I don't know what's true and what's not.