Wednesday, January 28, 2009

RIP, Uncle Junior

T and I do not agree on multimedia entertainment. Sometimes we'll find a gray area in music, but on movies and TV shows, the things we agree on come along as few and far between.

The issue we have is that his "palette" is just more educated and evolved than mine in that way. He knows about film on a deeper level, so he doesn't like the fluff that I do. He likes things that aren't tied up in pretty bows; where the ending doesn't just mysteriously and nonsensically all come together. In other words, he prefers things that resemble real life more closely.

Not I. Give me a bow any day. If I want to feel the emotional dip and sway of real life, I'll read the newspaper. I watch movies so my mind can play. Passively. (that's also why I don't watch many movies...)

We've reached a middle ground of taking turns. As in, he can pick, then I can too (and I'd like to say right here, sir, that you owe me, like, 3!)

Anyway.

One thing that we don't take turns about is the Sopranos. He really (like, really) loves that show, so I've agreed to watch it. All of it. I'd never seen an episode before I started dating him, and we're now into Season 2. I'm liking the show, although I, along with pretty much everyone I know who watches it, have a much dirtier mouth for a couple hours after an episode than I do at any other time...

Now, to the point of this post. The last episode we watched was roughly a week ago. I did not have the Sopranos on the brain last night for any reason.

Hear what I'm saying? There is no explanation for the following.

Last night I dreamt that I was a Soprano. Not a character that I see on the show, but that I, myself, was related or something. And there was a place out in the middle of nowhere that the family had as a meeting and safe-house, except it was a whole cluster of houses and buildings (kind of like a farm, but there was no farm-type-stuff going on).

There was a meeting happening, or people were hiding from the police, or something. And at one point, I, and other various women in the family, were there alone. Uncle Junior, an actual character on the show, came and was being his usual jerky, egotistical, slightly evil-but-more-pitiful self, who he is on the show. At least, who he is up until the first third of Season 2. If he changes his spots after that, I have no awareness, obviously...

He was doing or saying something stupid, or hateful, and I knew that he was going to be responsible for something even worse (like, a lot of people being murdered or something) soon, and I...

...pulled out a gun and shot him.

In the face.

Right there, in the forehead.

And I didn't feel bad at all! We (the girls) hid the body and all, and it was very awkward when anyone came around looking for him.

There was more to the dream, but that's all I really remember.

I told T about it this morning and he laughed at me, kissed me, told me he loved me, and then said, in the same breath, that I can't make fun of him anymore.

What?!?

My thoughts in the morning were:
#1) Wow, subconsciously I'm a hard-ass.
#2) I mean, I know he's a jerk and all, but how could I not even feel any guilt after putting a hole in this face:

Skeeves me out.

2 comments:

Call Me Cate said...

I initially missed the part where you said you were dreaming and instead my eyes darted forward to the part about the shooting. Yikes!

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The Polka Dotted Owl said...

Ahh, you are horrible horrible person! How could you ever shoot that sweet looking old man?! Well this is coming from someone who has never seen a single soprano's episode in her life.