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September 15, 2004

Tickets, please

I had this really weird dream last night, which at some point turned into a veritable movie about crime, despair and, finally, romantic love. I actually managed to dream it to the end, closing titles and all, even though I was a bit disappointed that the credits for writing and directing went to some German guy called Uli Becker (I ckecked in the IMDb, he doesn't exist) and not to me.

Apparently the movie was edited together from some epic TV series called "30 Jahre Deutschland" about three decades in the lives of four rather weird characters — a former Russian athlete, an autistic boy, and I forgot who the two others were, even though I can still kind of see their faces on this set of publicity brochures for the movie.

I personally featured only in two very brief scenes of the movie; one, in which I was kind of a bad guy and had to say a few lines and look menacingly at some other character, and the other one, and this is the one that totally baffles me, where I'm sitting on this train, and one of the colleagues from work shows up, and he's obviously the train conductor because he starts checking the tickets.

I don't remember where I was going on this train, but I was going there and back again, and I had a 24-hour ticket, which I showed to the colleague/conductor on the way there, and for some reason I wanted to really confuse him on the way back, so I bought a second 24-hour ticket for the ride back, even though the first one was still valid.

It confused the hell out of him — he just didn't know what to do with the second 24-hour ticket ("But your first one is still valid") —, but as it was totally legitimate, there was nothing he could do about it.

Posted by Horst on September 15, 2004 09:35 AM to notes from the subconscious | Tell-a-friend

Whittler said on September 15, 2004 12:27 PM:

Whoa! I bet you ate stacks of cheese just before you went to bed.

Horst said on September 15, 2004 08:08 PM:

No, no cheese - lamb liver goulash. But perhaps there really is a filmmaker called Ulrich Becker somewhere out there and I was merely receiving his thoughts on a strange frequency. The film was really good - it'd be worth watching if it existed.

arved said on September 15, 2004 11:43 PM:

Maybe someone called "Ulrich Becker" googles for his name, reads this post and decides to start a career as a filmmaker.
The association between dreams and movies is really funny, i would be really puzzled if an MGM Lion appeared in one of my dreams

dieter said on September 17, 2004 09:32 AM:

But maybe the answer is to be seen on a more down to ground level: Horst should watch less weird movies and do something about his romantic life.

Horst said on September 17, 2004 10:45 AM:

I'd never even consider watching a movie called "30 Jahre Deutschland". And exactly where is the connection between my romantic life and ticket inspectors?

dieter said on September 17, 2004 12:27 PM:

Never mind.

nora said on September 19, 2004 11:58 PM:

well, there is your affinity to public transport ...

Horst said on September 20, 2004 11:06 AM:

...which I wouldn't qualify as "romantic".

nora said on September 21, 2004 03:56 AM:

of course you wouldn't. it is kind of cute, though, in the nicest sense of the word.

Horst said on September 21, 2004 01:27 PM:

I think now is the right time to point out that I do not own or wear anoraks.

nora said on September 22, 2004 12:00 AM:

good for you.

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