The Dream
I had a pretty odd dream last
night. I don't actually remember too many specifics from it
...
I had a pretty odd dream last night. I don't
actually remember too many specifics from it (or at least, I can't really
explain them concisely), but the format of the dream, I think, is interesting in
itself.
To start with a bit of
explanation, last night while at a friend's house we had watched two movies that
were just released to DVD this week:
Kung
Pao, a silly parody of kung fu movies (using
technology to incorporate an old kung fu movie with new footage) by the guy who
did Thumb
Wars and its sequels; and the new remake of
The Time
Machine, starring Guy Pearce from
Memento.
(The remake has terrific special effects and visuals, and a great score. The
story seemed to suffer a few gaps ... it almost seemed like an editing problem
more than anything else.)
Anyway. I got
home after midnight, checked a few messages online, then went straight to bed,
where the two movies I'd just watched sort of got combined into one dream. Well,
not exactly: It wasn't a kung fu movie with time travel, but
elements
of each story seemed to show up ... and to make it weirder, the whole thing
became an epic, multi-generational animated feature film produced by DreamWorks.
Very specifically.
The story involved a
far-flung future, millenia after our society had fallen apart and been pretty
much completely erased, and existing people lived at a cultural level close to
the Middle Ages or earlier. (Like the year 802000 in
The Time
Machine.) Introduce a baby, a young girl,
found orphaned on the seashore (echoing the 'chosen one' idea parodied in
Kung
Pao). The girl grows to young adulthood,
nurtured by her foster parents. The middle of the story, muddled of course by
dream-logic and dream-imagery, basically had a lot to do with the girl having
grand ambitions to help her society advance and regain some of its former
grandeur; and also her romance with a young man, who happens to be a king in
another land across the
sea.
Ultimately, she determines it's in
the best interest of both her goals and her romance to leave her family and take
a one-way trip across the ocean to marry him. When she gets there, though, she
finds her king has gone somewhat mad (as kings often seemed to do) and is busily
executing people he perceives as traitors. The girl realizes, sadly, that her
grand ambition to help society is not to be; but even as she's realizing this,
her ladies-in-waiting bring her a baby, a young boy they found orphaned on the
seashore.
From here the dream goes into
this odd montage, showing not only the boy as a young adult, but an entire
string of such characters, generations of them, each of them feeling that they
have failed to accomplish their goals, and yet all of them gradually progressing
through stages of culture, through Renaissance and Victorian and modern-day
society ... indicating, somehow, that as every one of them takes a tiny step,
collectively everyone progresses in great leaps and bounds. Hans Zimmer-directed
orchestra and choir swells; roll
credits.
Anyway. It was only a dream,
and rife with dream-logic, and didn't always make sense. But it was an ambitious
dream; if most run-of-the-mill dreams have a budget of somewhere around
$20million, I'd suspect this one ran in excess of $100million. And it seemed to
carry a strong message in its finale: However frustrated or depressed you may
feel, even a small step is still a step
forward.
I'll be expecting an email
from DreamWorks any day now.
Posted: Wed - July 24, 2002 at 08:39 PM