LAST NIGHT'S 'DREAM BLOGGING"





After listening to a podcast of William Shatner's 'plugging' his new Book (based on Bill's humorous ramblings to the 'writer', Joshua Brandon: BOLDLY GO....and  Harry Styles' queer-baiting for 'likes' and box office revenue for his latest Film,  MY POLICEMAN, I fell into my customary psychedelic-ishly cinematic Dreamscaping....or Scrapping....and was transported, down the rabbit hole for my umpteenth time-out-of-time....into a pastel garden party....hosted by Shatner, dressed like Ian McClellan, as Rip Van Winkle or some other long-white-bearded 'story teller', with Styles, in ruffly drag, as a 5-year old girl.....a mix-up collage of Shirley Temple and 'Alfalfa' Switzer......seated on Bill's lilting thigh.......as Shatner read from his...and one of my....favorite books of the 1960's.....Rachael Carson's SILENT SPRING... Behind this Scenario, a drop cloth...painted with oscillating images from FANTASIA, THE DANISH GIRL,   and NICOLAS NICKLEBY,  cued and sequenced from my labyrinthine synaptic database of Cinema Memories......Harry snatched the environmental epilog/prologue, as he transformed into a 'man-director', and was taken from this scenario by Olivia Wilde, dressed as 'The New James Bond', calling out "We've Got It!.....Hurry, before it's cold cuts from Yesterday,  Honey Bear,,,,,"    Then....exactly 'then'..... I awakened, just as my old dry-rotting silk robe fell from a wooden hanger, landing on my face......A votive candle, still burning, just inches from the old silk........

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