squeequeg | Not coming to a theater near you! Ever!

I tend to dream about movies before I've seen them -- before they come out, usually. This sometimes results in disappointment later on (I'm convinced the 5-minute dream clip I got of Attack of the Clones was just as good if not better than the real movie) or curiosity (I'm sure there wasn't a zombies-in-the-skyscraper scene in that one movie with Benicio del Toro) or, on occasion, a full half hour of lying in bed unable to distinguish between what I know of the movie and what I've just dreamed (Why the hell would Peter Jackson put a Hebrew-speaking dragon in The Two Towers? Oh, wait...he didn't.).

This time, however, it got caught in my usual delusions of grandeur. (Well, delusions, anyway.) I dreamed that I sat down to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Davy Jones' Locker with some friends and said "I'm proud to have been a part of this. They used one of my stories as the basis for some of the plot, you know." This, of course, is not the case, but I was convinced of it in the dream.

Then I sat back, watched a bit, and wondered which idiot marketing executive insisted on the subplot with aliens and fashion designers. Because it took away from the Johnny Depp-Orlando Bloom fight scenes, dammit.