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[janradder]

Last night I dreamt that I was helping Luis Buñuel make a movie. He was filming in my grandparent's house which, in the dream was actually three stories tall. The kitchen was their kitchen, and the living room was theirs as well, but the upstairs was the entrance to a large twenties style hotel with dual staircases leading up to a balcony. The third floor was sometimes the street or sometimes a field.

I was working as some sort of camera technician or production assistant and the two of us were trying to film a shot of a large, gold cymbal that he'd placed on the floor of my grandparents' kitchen and propped up againt a wooden step ladder. It was the circles on the top of the cymbal that Buñuel was interested in, as he felt they had something to do with the golden sun. When we'd finished the shot, he was pleased and I wanted desperately for him to like me and think I was doing a good job.

When we were done, we walked through the house and travelled up to the third floor looking for another set or another shot. Buñuel stared intensely at everything he saw with his large, bulging eyes, and he walked slightly hunched since his sciatica was bothering him.