I’m not a boxing day person. Only once in my life did I spend the day at the mall. Boxing day is sleep day. I would like to crawl in a box and sleep and read and sleep some more. At my grandmother’s in Humboldt. Everyone here is drifting off, taking there time, slumbering, napping, dozing…it’s the Deutscher way.
So I am thankful that my dreams are starting to get interesting again. Last night I was at a pizza parlour and then suddenly we were up in a small plane flying over Vancouver. The pilot was insane though, and a coke dealer I think. He laughed madly and the plane started to descend. We thought we were going to crash. But he gracefully landed us on South Granville street and we ran away terrified. I was trying to catch a bus back home. I knew that I had to pack my bags for a trip to Belgium or Bulgaria or some other place starting with a “B”. I missed my flight of course and then woke up.
I think my dreams are being influenced by the book I am reading, “House of Leaves” (see side column). Quite amazing. It’s a maze of a book. I think the author is borrowing from film theory to “frame” his story. I don’t really know anything about film theory, but it’s what I’m guessing. Please go read this book. I need someone to talk to about it.