blacksundae

I had a dream last night. I was wandering around a cineplex looking for a specific theater. The cineplex was unique, as it was one theater stacked on top of another, twenty high, with a carpeted path coiling up around them like the exit ramp of a parking garage.

Each theater was decorated differently. I saw a few of them (a Tiki theater, a theater that looked like the deck of the starship Enterprise), but I couldn’t find the one I was looking for, which was covered in a dome of glass. Beyond the glass was salt water and fish and sea turtles. Kind of a reversed fish bowl. I had only seen pictures of this, and really wanted to see it for myself.

After searching for a while, I decided to ask someone and tapped a security guard on the shoulder. He spun around and, to my surprise, turned out to be Fred Ward. We talked about his career for a while. He was still bitter over the critical and commercial failure of Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins, and blamed that for his having to do things like star in Tremors II: Aftershocks and work as a security guard.

I woke up right about then.

Speaking of theaters, some of you may know that I work at one now, and am a manager trainee there. Last night I was helping to clean up after a showing of The Simpsons Movie as the credits were still rolling. So I’m sweeping up, and this row of theater seats show up at the bottom of the screen and this pimply, animated teenager starts sweeping around them.

“Being assistant manager isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” he mutters.

I laugh, smiling a bit sheepishly, as I navigate around leaving patrons.

He continues, “Four years of film school for THIS?”

“Oh, COME ON!”

Not cool. Not cool at all.