what is he doing in my dream?
i was interviewing quentin tarantino. he was in an american idol-like show and i was trying to have him for a solo interview. in this dream, quentin is gay and he doesnt look like quentin --- big, protruding square jaw, wild eyes with a prematurely balding head. instead he looks pinoy. after i have cornered him, i ask him if he has seen any of filipino indie movies. "how cliche," he told me. other reporters started swarming around us. a female reporter asked about blush-ons and lipstick. quentin's eyes lit up and almost immediately he began talking with much interest. i pore through my notes and when the others had finally left, i told quentin that i asked the question earlier because i thought philippine movies, despite the fact that it has already been pronounced dead, is having some sort of a renaissance courtesy of course of the independent producers. "That's stupid," he tells me. "How can there be a renaissance? Who on earth would watch movies where the characters just sit in a corner and stare at the wall? There's basically no movements in these movies. It's stupid." Then i woke up and i couldn't move both of my arms. Seconds later I realized that I was still in a dream.