Dreamed of meeting a girl at Dr. Hassan's office; having something to write down for him, but no paper; arriving late at the Cinematheque to see Dances With Wolves, but the movie hadn't started; bringing the wrong ticket, but nobody was collecting them anyway; walking on the streets of Sackville and seeing fireworks (I heard fireworks at the Canadian National Exhibition last night); making an effort to wake up (in the Sackville house) by moving toward the light; waking up in a strange home and meeting a strange family; asking them whether this was a dream or real; hearing a girl whisper something and saying, "This must be a dream. If it were real I wouldn't hear her so clearly" making them laugh; going outside and seeing cars with Alberta licence plates.
Woke up at dawn, then went back to sleep because I hadn't remembered any dreams to write down.
Moira and I went to see Dirty Pretty Things, but the subway line was stopped because of a power failure somewhere. I went home, but she waited out the interruption and managed to get to the movie on time.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Saw Carl Dreyer's Gertrud. It was a Max Ophuls-type story, with characteristically stunning direction, about a cabinet minister's wife who used to love a poet and now loves a self-destructive composer (played by Baard Owe, the same actor who played the liver-obsessed Dr. Bondo in Lars von Trier's Danish miniseries The Kingdom).
Went to karaoke and sang "Burning Down the House" and "Stepping Out." There was a smaller crowd than usual.
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