Title. A stray sheet of paper from two years ago/last year with dreams written on it.

There was one I posted here that went like this:

A film of [Conrad Veidt] was discovered. Joy! It wasn't Der Januskopf, or Satanas, but a secret third thing — (a made-up film). Imagine, if you will, Baroudi from Bella Donna, but only looks-wise. Personality-wise, Connie's unnamed character was a hero, trying to save his lover from the villain, who wanted to kill her. It was set in India.

Yeah, dreamt this one on the day I finished The Indian Tomb (haven't even watched Bella Donna yet; been too sick to do anything that requires more than 5% brainpower).

Run-of-the-mill stuff. Watching movies that don't exist is a common theme in my dreamland.

Well, besides the fact I have been subjected to Bella Donna since then, the sheet of paper contains more details. Connie's character was British. The film was like The Wizard of Oz: the film is in black and white until we reach India, then it's tinted. This bit is very important and I wonder why I didn't write it in the OG post. There may have been swordfights, but no Basil Rathbone (sad).

Taking the Yet Another Indian Film aside, there was one with Torsten, another with Oberaertz and yet another one with Erik at the beach. I will not get into details about them.

More dreams (straight from the original scribbles):

A new film is discovered, yet another in which Connie plays a good twin and a bad twin. Good twin is the clean-shaven one, the bad twin the the bearded one, interesting. Bad twin was a murderer, I think. It was a muddy mess of a film, all I remember was the final confrontation between the two brothers. After waking up, all I could think was Christopher Lee's "I know it might not be a good movie, but he will be."

What The Thief of Bagdad really needed was a series of direct-to-DVD sequels (ala Aladdin and other Disney flicks), all starring Jaffar. They were so low-budget. So bad. Kept watching them through my fingers. Poor Connie had the worst fake moustache and was stuck in the desert?? But somehow is plan was coming together??

It's Kurt and Paul's wedding. Yeah, the sad gay violinists. Honestly, it was very sweet. The venue had some nice wooden furniture, bright yellow wallpaper, flowers everywhere. They were so happy. So happy. But, because even this dream had to turn bizarro, when I played the guitar, it turned to clay in my hands.