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Sure. What was the dream?
Most probably NOT a wet dream.
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Sure. What was the dream?
I had to do something to her smarty-phone, when she left it unattended. She was an acquaintance, so she had no problem walking away from it with me there. But I didn't have time to.
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I had a Marvin Hamlisch dream a few weeks ago, but cannot recall its content.
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I haven't had a film music-related dream in many years (that I can remember, anyway). I have so many issues in my own personal life at the moment, that it's all nightmares and personal things -
I guess I'd have nightmares too if there were polo bears roaming outside all night long! 
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Well, it is not film music related but almost. Last night I dreamt that Michael Douglas was remaking his dad`s movie Tough Guys
and......
who was going to write the music???
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I'm going to say Stephen Sondheim counts since he did one film score.
He was talking to me and a woman. We were playing a twenty-questions sort of game, where we had to guess title of the song he'd chosen. The entire game was being conducted in American Sign Language.
The song was Irving Berlin's "White Christmas."
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A couple of nights ago I had a weird dream. I was some kind of realtor showing houses and having open houses, but in the dream the house I was showing was somehow also a movie theater – or at least the house had a huge theater in it. It felt like I owned a part of the house, but it was not my house?
And the theater was not dark, it was quite bright with lots of windows, almost like an enclosed garden or green house, and all of my family and friends were there going back to school times in my home town. I was anxious. The screen was huge. The film that I had chosen to show was, for some bizarre reason, the restored “Major Dundee.” People were eating and drinking in the theater, almost like a picnic. The film started and no one was paying attention. Then Charlton Heston came on screen in an enormous close-up, and everyone settled down a bit, but my anxiety increased as the audience lost interest and returned to talking amongst themselves. Little kids starting running around the theater. I went to the front of the theater to address the audience and woke up in a state of utter confusion. The main things I remember are how bright the theater was, and how anxious I was, and how big the screen was.
I mean why “Major Dundee” of all the films that I could have shown? Why on earth did my brain come up with “Major Dundee”?
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Apr 21, 2022 - 12:12 AM
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Thor
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Finally had a film music-related dream again last night, that I can remember, anyway.
I was in some kind of small pub or café down by a harbour area, and I was sitting in a big booth or couch-type thing and chatting informally about this and that with Hans Zimmer. Either in Norwegian, German or English, I can't remember. He was wearing a pink or purple outfit, much like he did in Ghent in 2013-ish (in real life). He had a constant entourage of people that sorta spun around the room, or occasionally asked him about stuff, but I felt our conversation moved carelessly. He was gearing up for a concert a bit later. The exact content of our conversation, I can't remember, but I do remember the friendly atmosphere and the many non-film music-related issues we talked about.
At some point, we both go outside. I decide to bring up BEYOND RANGOON, my favourite score of his, without being all fanboyish about it. But then he suddenly says "no", jumps into the water, grabs hold of some kind of pulling mechanism and dives under the pier -- I'm told he has his sailboat/mobile home on the other side through an underwater passage.
At first I'm annoyed with myself, because maybe the rumours about him not liking BEYOND RANGOON are true, and I scared him away with my comment.
But fastforward a bit, and we're back in the café chatting again. More people have entered, as this is apparently the room the VIPs enter to the concert. At some point, Barack Obama(!) enters the room (he's going to the concert too), sits next to me and we chat a bit too, again informally. There I'm sitting next to Barack Obama and Hans Zimmer, and while I'm very careful with avoiding fanboy behaviour, I feel I have to document this with a selfie. But of course -- as always happens in dreams when you want to take a photo of something fleeting -- the camera function doesn't come up. I have to scroll past some live feeds in Snapchat that just won't close, and then it's too late.
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I think this dream is related to Zimmer coming to Oslo now on April 29th, and I've tried to get that ever-elusive interview with him, but haven't succeeded in getting any response. So my synapses now compensate by creating this semi-comforting story, LOL!
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Finally had a film music-related dream again last night, that I can remember, anyway.
I was in some kind of small pub or café down by a harbour area, and I was sitting in a big booth or couch-type thing and chatting informally about this and that with Hans Zimmer. Either in Norwegian, German or English, I can't remember. He was wearing a pink or purple outfit, much like he did in Ghent in 2013-ish (in real life). He had a constant entourage of people that sorta spun around the room, or occasionally asked him about stuff, but I felt our conversation moved carelessly. He was gearing up for a concert a bit later. The exact content of our conversation, I can't remember, but I do remember the friendly atmosphere and the many non-film music-related issues we talked about.
At some point, we both go outside. I decide to bring up BEYOND RANGOON, my favourite score of his, without being all fanboyish about it. But then he suddenly says "no", jumps into the water, grabs hold of some kind of pulling mechanism and dives under the pier -- I'm told he has his sailboat/mobile home on the other side through an underwater passage.
At first I'm annoyed with myself, because maybe the rumours about him not liking BEYOND RANGOON are true, and I scared him away with my comment.
But fastforward a bit, and we're back in the café chatting again. More people have entered, as this is apparently the room the VIPs enter to the concert. At some point, Barack Obama(!) enters the room (he's going to the concert too), sits next to me and we chat a bit too, again informally. There I'm sitting next to Barack Obama and Hans Zimmer, and while I'm very careful with avoiding fanboy behaviour, I feel I have to document this with a selfie. But of course -- as always happens in dreams when you want to take a photo of something fleeting -- the camera function doesn't come up. I have to scroll past some live feeds in Snapchat that just won't close, and then it's too late.
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I think this dream is related to Zimmer coming to Oslo now on April 29th, and I've tried to get that ever-elusive interview with him, but haven't succeeded in getting any response. So my synapses now compensate by creating this semi-comforting story, LOL!
Hilarious!
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I do not currently remember a particularly film music related dream, though I did have a dream once that came with "End Credits", meaning the dream came to a conclusion and then End Credits rolled... while the end credits rolled, I woke up.
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Finally had a film music-related dream again last night, that I can remember, anyway.
I was in some kind of small pub or café down by a harbour area, and I was ..................................
You don't remember much detail, do you, Thor?
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