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If you happen to already have the soundtrack to the film Snatch, then you have definitely already heard this. However, if you haven’t I strongly suggest giving it a listen. The song is just like falling snow at midnight: lazy and impenetrable. The harpsichord! The drifting guitar! It’s so dreamy and enjoyable I can’t help being in love.

It is also the first of many songs which I will be posting that are ostensibly about heroin. The reason for this is that I have a theory regarding heroin-themed songs. That theory? They are all really great. I suppose it’s ultimately a matter of taste and some people may find the subject matter a bit too distasteful or too uncomfortable but I have to say that I have yet to discover a song about heroin that I didn’t like.

(P.S. I have not, nor do I necessarily endorse, doing heroin. Just clearing that up right now.)

You want to know why I don't take the time to write out my dreams? Because if I did that, all I would do is sleep and write. It would take that long.

Here are some highlights, though!
A journey between an painted, huge, old school building type place, and a mountain.
Exploring hallways with monsters and going the basement to find the spiral stairs unstable and the man at the bottom becoming a less-than-friendly/stable willy wonka. (Gene Wilder style, adulterated tragically.)
Brainwashing of various persons (the reason for the journey away from the painted place monsters aside).
Verbal child abuse.
Observing various persons' and groups' flights from the painted place.
One girl was dressed in so many layers of stuff she looked like a flapper crossed with a gypsy spraypainted with the neon palette from the 80's, and had this blond, Brittany Murphy air about her.
She fled late in the game, panicing, and got pinned in some corner by a bunch of black dogs and one big wolf thing.
She should have had a goat, it was another dog, being flayed alive and turning insane and viscious.
I remember standing with someone in some kind of post or ticket office remarking how unsettling it was that Todd from work seemed to be programed to look snooty, but that it didn't take entirely, because sometimes he'd smile and be a whole different person.

The golden dagger!!!!
This was one of my favorite parts. The golden dagger was pilfered from a camp of male witches. They all had dark clothes (like a deep grey wool) with light trim, and muskateer sort of hats with pentacles on them. (Just the star, actually, no circle to be had.) We (the party and the individual whose head I rode in - it wasn't me) were scrambling by there, still fleeing the painted place as fast as we could. The mountain was known to be dangerous, full of monsters and crazies and the like. The witch-men didn't really seem to notice our presence all that much. Stumbling about in the grass, SWIM noticed something shiny and snatched it up with a furtive backward glance. Cut to the old man. He's behind a counter, and on it he places a small golden box. He pries the lid open with the golden dagger - which SWIM had found - and inside are a bunch of gold coins. I think there was another demonstration of really bendy gold, but I can't remember. Anyway, I notice the tip of the daggar isn't really pointed at all. The little old man pushes a button and from the plateaued top of the daggar comes a tiny silvery key which is pushed up by two smaller telescopic levels of the deep yellow gold. Another trigger and a small, silvery keyhole appears in the side of the thing. Dreams assume a lot sometimes, and from this inferrence, a panel opened in the broad side of the dagger. It was a camera! There was an appeture on one side and a view square on the other. (They lined up perfectly, but no matter… or does it?) Ah, but above the view square was a line of tiny pictures, like slide pictures, backlit, of the painted town, the painted old building, some other things relating to this vast, spooky conspiracy. There was a camera pan moment, because at one moment they were too small to really see much of, and then next not only were the 4-5 times that small size, but moving! Each picture in the line (6 or 7 of those) starting moving, displaying life in short, repeating segments.

It all flowed together from there and moved on to other things. Lots and lots of other, weird things.

See what I mean? Sleep and write, that'd be it. I'd never maked it through a week!