Holy fuuuuck.

I don't usually have vivid dreams, because of the frequent cannabis use, but I'm on tolerance break in NOLA and...

Basically, I dreamed a cross between Mardi Gras, that new film Climax about the dance party that turns horrific, and the film about the sacrificed angel in John Carpenter's "Cigarette Burns."

It started out as a few goth girls walking down the street singing, turned into this dark decadent art-march that filled the entire street they were walking down, and it ended up... well... I mean... look at the films I referenced. It was very, um, red-palette by the end.

I don't think most of the people reading this would have wanted to see this film. And I sure as hell would not have wanted to be there in real life. But... damn, parts of it were pretty, in image if not in activity. >_>;;; Beautiful cinematography, would not see again. <_<;;;

But DAMN is it good to have the imaginative R.E.M. fires burning again, light or dark...