Title: All dogs go to Hell! Post by: El Chupacabra on August 20, 2001, 04:37:23 PM OK. I like dog movies. A Boy And His Dog
is a personal favorite. But my god, was this a weird dream. I was in a b-movie called "Paperdog". My character was this superintelligent dog, who had a white-collar job in a large corporate office, running errands (fetching papers?) for CEO's. At one point, I caught an elevator with another dog like me on it. I did the job well, but was dissatisfied with my work, and prone to snapping (heh) at the people who took care of me back home. Now, let's jump ahead a little. After The Apocalypse. A new world of underground cities and topside wreckage, where I had mysteriously become human. I rode the train (a cross between bullet and monorail) underground, and saw that the instigator of this carnage, a rather attractive looking woman with green eyes, had set up a political rally near the entrance (hey! No electioneering the last survivors! ;) I spent some time exploring the city, finding a china shop, Mexican produce market, and travel agency up in the very SF-like hills. It seemed these hills were part of a large community of Mexican and American refugees. I ducked into the travel agency, just in time to hear an American lounge singer croon this memorable tune: Went south of the border To do some drinking Saw people die there Thought I could see their ghost Floating by my window It doesn't mean a thing They're just faces But my friend, I ask you this Have you been a father? Are you a son? If so, we have a special surprise for you Quite perturbed, I ran out of the shop. At this point, I had turned into a female (think Ranma 1/2), and rode down from the hills on a motorized, er, something to harangue the evil woman from before. I accused her of stealing the credit; she was an amateur, I said, who would never achieve my former level of popularity. All she did was come up with the idea of syncing the bomb to her TIVO schedule (!) Afterwards (though preceding it in the dream - are you following me?) came the "shock" ending. Panicky, I caught the next train out of there, reverting to my dog form as I boarded. I befriended an old man, who asked where my master was and gave me a treat, and things were starting to look up. Then a young, thin black man walked up to me and whispered "I know". So I followed him, and confronted him in a storage room (luggage and things). He said he'd expose me, that he was a pulp writer and would get a large sum for his tell-all book. I just sit there (in dog form - try to imagine how funny this looks), thinking about what to do. Do I kill him? Bribe him? Or just play the innocent doggy? Ladies and gentlemen, we can resume our flashback: The dream ended back at the hills of the underground city. I entered the produce market and watched a man operating a shortwave radio, while a girl sang. It was hauntingly beautiful. Then I woke up to the sound of the local Spanish station ;) Things I Learned: Radiation turns dogs into people. Lounge singers can play anywhere. Depressing songs cause sex changes. When looking for a new home, post-apocalyptic refugees are spoilt for choice. Mad bombers want to blow society up, but not before catching a few flicks. So, what do you think? Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell! Post by: Stupid Jacob on August 20, 2001, 05:01:04 PM I think your either going insane or have a kickass idea for a movie. I say both.
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell! Post by: Flangepart on August 20, 2001, 05:23:40 PM Damm, El Chup...you dreams ard better orginised then my real life!....well, kinda....and i have to say, this make some interesting reading. Did you watch The Matrix any time soon? Just wondering. Now that i thunk it, i can see several plot insperations in this dream. Matrix, Cats and dogs maby, a boy and his Ellison, ......Greasers Palace? Man....now i'm worried. It all seems to make some kind of sense! Hoz bot you?
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell! Post by: Steve. on August 20, 2001, 05:36:56 PM I misread it at first as RAPERDOG (quick, someone tell Abby!) and my poor mind went into the first stage of boggling. I agree with Jacob - see a doctor, then a producer.
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell! Post by: El Chupacabra on August 20, 2001, 06:11:34 PM Actually, Flange, I think it was more Lost
Highway than anything else... The whole "character retreats into fantasy existence in denial of his hideous actions" bit, right down to changing back at the end. Mix well with the neighbor's radio and a dish of collard greens at 2 AM, & you have a nice, frothy mental shake :-) Jacob, all dreams are insane (unsane?), but they do provide great inspiration for my eventual B-movie! Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell!...and satan is a cat? Post by: Flangepart on August 21, 2001, 10:20:05 AM Personaly, El Chup, i find the dream state to be a constant source of wonderment. The sub-contious is haveing a garage sale on what ever thoughts and images are gathering (Metaphorical) dust in the caverns of your mind. "Say, how mutch ya' want for that sexual tension?" --" I'll take a wet dream, and a can of figurative woopass"--"Nah. Hey, can i have the fear of flying and the naked in a supermarket, for some used anxiaty about permature balding?"--"SOLD!" You get the picture....
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell!...and satan is a cat? Post by: Steve. on August 22, 2001, 02:20:09 PM Are you a Freudian or a Jungian, Mr. Flange? Herr Freud did some real bargains in the sexual tension section - his patients paid him lots of money and got lots of sexual tension in return. A fair deal if you're daft enough to tell some trick-cyclist all your woes. Tell 'em to your (other) self and save those pennies.
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell!...and Satan is a Flea? Post by: Flangepart on August 22, 2001, 05:19:20 PM Can you claim your multipal personalites on your taxs? Seems reasonable to me.....but my other self won't rewind the tapes!.....(Oh shut up)...says you, your always complaining about the toilet seat...(You guys don't have the be afraid off falling in, ya pigs!)...shes never happy....your telling me,last night she left pulled the caps off my beer!.....(You drink too much,Too!)...Yeah? how would you like some stale beer on your side of the brain, ya putz?!........ho, cheese it, the big guy is listening in!......Crap!......................................................(Pigs)......
Title: Re: All dogs go to Hell!...and Satan is a Flea? Post by: Steve. on August 23, 2001, 01:40:11 PM We can claim on our taxes in this secure hos...house. Of course, he spends it all on stale beer and bribes for the nurse (s).
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