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threeplusfireSo far the things that make me happiest about Netflix are:
- I can watch these Zhang Yimou films I've never been able to rent before like Ju Dou and To Live. Several years ago I rented Raise the Red Lantern and was floored by it. It's a brilliant film and worth watching.
- I can also watch the entire run of Babylon 5 again. My mother and I watched it often, and of the many sci-fi series that scrambled to fill the gap behind Star Trek: The Next Generation, I really did like this one best. It had more weird, and stranger aliens I think.
I had weird, weird dreams again. (I blame reading The Island of Doctor Moreau right before bed.) Someone once told me you're not supposed to feel pain in your dreams, but I do. I remember touching the gaping wound in my thigh, and trying to pull loose the swath of blood soaked cotton pressed into it. It was stuck in the congealing blood, and I screamed with a pain so acute I felt like I was going to faint. The memory of it is making me twitchy and anxious. I woke abruptly, thankfully.
Once, a long long time ago, maybe 1999 or 2000, I had a dream where I died on the steps of the UT Tower. I remember everything about the dream with a clarity I rather wish I didn't have.
- I can watch these Zhang Yimou films I've never been able to rent before like Ju Dou and To Live. Several years ago I rented Raise the Red Lantern and was floored by it. It's a brilliant film and worth watching.
- I can also watch the entire run of Babylon 5 again. My mother and I watched it often, and of the many sci-fi series that scrambled to fill the gap behind Star Trek: The Next Generation, I really did like this one best. It had more weird, and stranger aliens I think.
I had weird, weird dreams again. (I blame reading The Island of Doctor Moreau right before bed.) Someone once told me you're not supposed to feel pain in your dreams, but I do. I remember touching the gaping wound in my thigh, and trying to pull loose the swath of blood soaked cotton pressed into it. It was stuck in the congealing blood, and I screamed with a pain so acute I felt like I was going to faint. The memory of it is making me twitchy and anxious. I woke abruptly, thankfully.
Once, a long long time ago, maybe 1999 or 2000, I had a dream where I died on the steps of the UT Tower. I remember everything about the dream with a clarity I rather wish I didn't have.