Christ on a cracker, I have some majorly kooky dreams. Craig reckons it's because of all the weird shit that I watch, but I'm not sure about that, because the dreams that I have rarely ever relate to the movies and shows that I have been watching, but the subconscious is a powerful thing, so who knows for sure?
Anyway, last night I had this absurd dream that it was raining snakes, they were literally falling out of the sky like raindrops. All kinds of snakes too; big fat pythons and tiny little grass snakes, all mixed in together and for some reason they all wanted to get into our house. It was dark and they were slithering across our deck trying to get into the house and I was having a major freak out, as anyone would if it started to rain snakes, but Craig was cool as a cucumber about it and stupidly let at least 30 of them into the house when he opened the sliding door.
At this point in the dream I started to scream and climbed on to the bench, but Craig was just picking them up and letting them bite him, saying that it was the only way to get immune to the toxins. I wasn't buying that and declared him stark raving mad and made a B-line for the bedrooms, but swiftly realised that the entire house was swarming with snakes and when they started to crawl up my legs (I particularly recall a red stripy number coiling itself up my leg) I woke myself up from the dream in a cold sweat.
I don't even have a snake phobia, but that dream was so vivid and creeped me out so much that I was even reluctant to get out of bed and go to the toilet afterwards, even though I was busting. I didn't want to put my feet on the floor because I was convinced that it was going to be covered in snakes.
So, I thought I would get online and see what all this snake dreaming business was about, hoping to find out something interesting about my subconscious thoughts. Well, according to the so called 'dream experts' of the world, snakes are a phallic symbol and are dream projections of the penis. So, if that is true, then I must secretly want it to rain penises, tonnes and tonnes of penises, just falling out of the sky in every shape, size and colour. And I also want my husband to be attacked by many penises and to not be bothered about it at all, no he would actually encourage them to squirt their 'venom' into him. And the penis that I desire the most is red and stripy, since that was the one that I remember climbing up my leg. Yep, that's it, that sounds absolutely correct.
Hmmm...somehow, as strange as this may sound, I am not convinced about that dream interpretation. God knows I do like penises, but raining penises? Come on! The only thing that I know for sure is that I don't really care whether it was snakes or penises that I was dreaming about, the fact remains that there were way too many of them for me to handle, and I don't want to have that very bad dream ever again!
Anyway, last night I had this absurd dream that it was raining snakes, they were literally falling out of the sky like raindrops. All kinds of snakes too; big fat pythons and tiny little grass snakes, all mixed in together and for some reason they all wanted to get into our house. It was dark and they were slithering across our deck trying to get into the house and I was having a major freak out, as anyone would if it started to rain snakes, but Craig was cool as a cucumber about it and stupidly let at least 30 of them into the house when he opened the sliding door.
At this point in the dream I started to scream and climbed on to the bench, but Craig was just picking them up and letting them bite him, saying that it was the only way to get immune to the toxins. I wasn't buying that and declared him stark raving mad and made a B-line for the bedrooms, but swiftly realised that the entire house was swarming with snakes and when they started to crawl up my legs (I particularly recall a red stripy number coiling itself up my leg) I woke myself up from the dream in a cold sweat.
I don't even have a snake phobia, but that dream was so vivid and creeped me out so much that I was even reluctant to get out of bed and go to the toilet afterwards, even though I was busting. I didn't want to put my feet on the floor because I was convinced that it was going to be covered in snakes.
So, I thought I would get online and see what all this snake dreaming business was about, hoping to find out something interesting about my subconscious thoughts. Well, according to the so called 'dream experts' of the world, snakes are a phallic symbol and are dream projections of the penis. So, if that is true, then I must secretly want it to rain penises, tonnes and tonnes of penises, just falling out of the sky in every shape, size and colour. And I also want my husband to be attacked by many penises and to not be bothered about it at all, no he would actually encourage them to squirt their 'venom' into him. And the penis that I desire the most is red and stripy, since that was the one that I remember climbing up my leg. Yep, that's it, that sounds absolutely correct.
Hmmm...somehow, as strange as this may sound, I am not convinced about that dream interpretation. God knows I do like penises, but raining penises? Come on! The only thing that I know for sure is that I don't really care whether it was snakes or penises that I was dreaming about, the fact remains that there were way too many of them for me to handle, and I don't want to have that very bad dream ever again!
VERY BAD THINGS
Release Date: 1998
Rating: R 18+
Running Time: 100 mins
The very aptly named movie Very Bad Things, is truly very bad indeed. This movie was pretty much universally hated for it's unnecessarily vicious and at times sexist, racist and vulgar attempts at humour, and I am loathe to admit that I thought that it was enjoyable in a savage kind of a way. All of the characters are complete assholes, there is no-one to like, and I think that is the whole point of the film, you won't support any of the cruel behaviours being portrayed here, but you will have a reaction one way or another to this incredibly scathing satire.
A group of morally challenged men go to Vegas for a bachelor party, and things get way out of hand when a prostitute is killed. The men go from poor choices to rotten ones in rapid succession, as they try to cover up the events of that fateful night.
The cast is strong, with Jon Favreau, Christian Slater, Jeremy Piven and Cameron Diaz all showing us just how low people will go to get what they want and to cover their own tracks. The only positive in the film, is that all of the nasty assholes certainly get a good measure of their own come-uppences, but not before a lot of blood gets spilled along the way.
FINAL SAY: Cruel and nasty behaviours.
3 Chili Peppers
Release Date: 1998
Rating: R 18+
Running Time: 100 mins
The very aptly named movie Very Bad Things, is truly very bad indeed. This movie was pretty much universally hated for it's unnecessarily vicious and at times sexist, racist and vulgar attempts at humour, and I am loathe to admit that I thought that it was enjoyable in a savage kind of a way. All of the characters are complete assholes, there is no-one to like, and I think that is the whole point of the film, you won't support any of the cruel behaviours being portrayed here, but you will have a reaction one way or another to this incredibly scathing satire.
A group of morally challenged men go to Vegas for a bachelor party, and things get way out of hand when a prostitute is killed. The men go from poor choices to rotten ones in rapid succession, as they try to cover up the events of that fateful night.
The cast is strong, with Jon Favreau, Christian Slater, Jeremy Piven and Cameron Diaz all showing us just how low people will go to get what they want and to cover their own tracks. The only positive in the film, is that all of the nasty assholes certainly get a good measure of their own come-uppences, but not before a lot of blood gets spilled along the way.
FINAL SAY: Cruel and nasty behaviours.
3 Chili Peppers
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