30 Day Movie Challenge

I don’t know how the current weather is for you, but the area where I live has had a sudden temperature drop below freezing with a threatening snow storm this weekend. That sounds like perfect weather to make some hot chocolate and cuddle up on the couch with a great movie!

I recently came across this 30 Day Movie Challenge from TheaterThoughts.com, posted last year. Basically, every day for thirty days you watch a different type of movie based on your tastes. Get ready for movie night x 30!

While it would be perfectly fine to fill out the list as you go through the month, I’m doing it all at once for the sake of the blog.

30 Day Movie Challenge

Day 01 – The best movie you saw during the last year: (I’m assuming this means new movie) Now You See Me
Day 02 – The most underrated movie: The Impostors
Day 03 – A movie that makes you really happy: Last Holiday
Day 04 – A movie that makes you sad: Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Day 05 – Favourite love story in a movie: Made of Honor
Day 06 – Favourite made-for-TV movie: Stargate: Continuum
Day 07 – The most surprising plot twist or ending: Angel’s Dance
Day 08 – A movie that you’ve seen countless times: All of my favourites ;o), but for the sake of the challenge, Spider-Man 2
Day 09 – A movie with the best soundtrack: Home Alone
Day 10 – Favourite classic movie: Mary Poppins
Day 11 – A movie that changed your opinion about something: Vegucated (documentary)
Day 12 – A movie that you hate: Up
Day 13 – A movie that is a guilty pleasure: The Impostors (this duplicate couldn’t be avoided)
Day 14 – A movie that no one would expect you to love: Red Dawn
Day 15 – A character to whom you can relate the most: Andy Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada (fashion-wise)
Day 16 – A movie that you used to love, but now hate: First Knight (my dislike for this particular Lancelot grew too much to continue enjoying the movie)
Day 17 – A movie that disappointed you the most: Eragon
Day 18 – A movie that you wish more people would’ve seen: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Day 19 – Favourite movie based on a book/comic/etc.: The Three Musketeers (1993)
Day 20 – Favourite movie from a favorite actor/actress: Jeremy Renner in Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol
Day 21 – Favourite movie from a newcomer: Lindsey Lohan in The Parent Trap (back when she was a newcomer… and clean)
Day 22 – Favourite documentary: Forks Over Knives
Day 23 – Favourite animation: Toy Story
Day 24 – Favourite foreign film: (I’ll assume foreign to America) The Decoy Bride
Day 25 – The most hilarious movie you’ve ever seen: Rocketman (the first time I saw it as a kid)
Day 26 – A movie that you love, but everyone else hates: The Terminal
Day 27 – A movie that you wish you had seen in theatres: Inception
Day 28 – A movie you still don’t understand: 2001: A Space Odessey
Day 29 – A movie from your childhood: Beethoven
Day 30 – Your favourite movie of all time: 2012 (JUST “2012“… Not 2012: Ice Age or 2012: Doomsday.)

Post-Apocalyptic Dreams Are the “Bomb”!

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I love doomsday movies. Armageddon, 2012, The Core, Volcano, The Day After Tomorrow, Arctic Blast,… Post-apocalyptic are just as great. The Book of Eli, I Am Legend, Planet of the Apes,…

Of course, watching these movies can lead to some fantastic dreams.

The dream I’m going to write about, however, wasn’t necessarily triggered by anything in particular, except for pure random fandom. Although, it was a sort of post-apocalyptic thing, but I don’t think it was on Earth. I also may not remember everything, nor remember it in any particular order, because I had the dream about two weeks ago.

Now without further ado…

Everything was desert-y: the landscape, the huts made of stone and some sort of skins, the sand-coloured clothing, and even everyone’s hair was either blond or brown. I (whatever sort of character I was “playing”) arrived at the camp of a tribe with my sister (who appeared to be only about age seven). (I guess the tribe we came from had been wiped out.)

Some period of time had instantly lapsed because we had already established at least a small acceptance into the tribe. There was some sort of fair going on at the edge of town and my sister was eager to go. I told her I wasn’t sure because I didn’t have the money to spend on much. The chief (whom I kept noticing throughout the dream looked exactly like Michael Shanks) had been nearby and overheard, handed me £160 without a word, then returned to discussing a matter with another tribesman. In shock of what just happened, I handed the money to my sister (though I planned to soon follow), and she immediately ran off to the fair with excitement. I looked over to the chief, surprised that he, personally, would take care of my sister and me.

Michael Shanks as Daniel Jackson in “Stargate SG-1”

Another sum of time instantly passed and as I was walking, I saw a blond-haired man holding the hand of a little girl as they walked in my direction. As they got closer, I saw that it was Joey and Michelle, about age 2-3, from Full House. She was eating a cake pop, and when they got to me she held it out. She said, “My daddy won’t let me have this, so you can have the rest.” I smiled, amused, and accepted it, noticing her tiny hands were covered in cake. (Yep – Danny sure wouldn’t have wanted to see that mess, haha.)

Joey and Michelle

More time had passed, and apparently I had made a few friends. There was some sort of celebration happening, and as the chief (to whom I had taken a fancy) and I walked passed the area where dancing was going on, a guy friend (who had taken a fancy to me) called me over to dance. (Let’s call this friend “Derek.”) I hesitated because I didn’t want to lead him on, but I figured there was no harm since it wasn’t slow music. We had fun, even though I didn’t dance very well (just like in real life, haha).

Some time later (maybe a day or two), my sister and I were walking with the chief, who was showing us to a new lake. (It looked more like some sort of small religious man-made pond with the concrete steps and the engravings on the pillars surrounding it.) I saw Jolene Blalock swimming slowly toward the steps, and as she got out of the lake the water level started rising quickly. I picked up my sister to prevent her from drowning, but it continued to rise several feet above our heads. At that point, I thought, Wait a minute. This is a dream; I don’t have to hold my breath. So, I took a deep breath, thought about the emerald and red waters from Ted Dekker’s Circle series of books (where the people breathe the waters), and tossed my sister in the “air” and she did a flip.

–This is where the order and events of the dream become quite foggy.–

The next thing I remember was that I was hanging out with Derek (who, by the way, sort of looked like the first Deputy Andy from Eureka, but was really tall and had a “fluffier” body). We were floating on the edge of a river in a giant hollowed out log. I think it was here that I was at a point where I had to “choose” a man. I felt uneasy around Derek because I didn’t want to choose him, but I knew he hoped I would.

The first Sheriff/Deputy Andy from “Eureka”

The last part I remember was me sitting by the lake with the chief. I told him that I had chosen someone (him, of course — makes sense since Michael Shanks somewhat resembles Hubby in certain ways), but I was nervous about telling Derek that it wasn’t him.

Yep, that’s the end of what I remember of the dream. Although, when I woke up I stayed in bed and was still tired enough that I was able to let the dream continue. I don’t count those parts of the dream because I had some influence ;oP. I couldn’t stop thinking about it the whole next day. If I still wrote stories it would have made a great mini series. Even the way it ended before I completely woke up left it open for a whole new major plot. Oy… But since I can’t write stories based on the dream I figured I’d write about the dream itself.

Years ago, I would do that all the time. I hated to forget anything, including dreams, so I would spend a couple of hours almost every morning writing out in my diary the details of anything remotely awesome I may have dreamt. It greatly contributed to my ability to write — even if it’s not stories that I’m writing.