I was on a movie set, wearing the Rorschach face, and talking to Jackie Earle Haley. We were getting ready to shoot a scene in this movie, which appeared to be a screen adaptation of the graphic novel. In a previous dream that I had, it was though I was watching a scene from the Watchmen play out in front of me, but it wasn't anything from the preexisting story. I was watching, and yet an active participant. The scene that we were shooting was in a familiar location- I remember it from a previous dream. A sort of washed out, lower-end basement apartment stairwell that had deep cream walls. The scene that were were getting ready to film wasn't one that I specifically remember from my previous dream, but it was in the same location. It was a fact in my dream what I always held true in waking life: that Rorschach is an idea, an identity that was separate and greater than Walter Kovacs. The scene that we were shooting was one in which Kovacs was addressing Rorschach, and since Jackie had to play Kovacs, they needed someone else to be Rorschach- that was me. So, we shoot the scene, and then I take off the face. Then we start talking about our Watchmen tattoos. His makes sense in my dream, I remember saying something like "the best of the nightmare creatures." I believe that, in my dream, Dan Dreiburg's dream produced nuclear haunts, of a sort, because I think that is what J.E.H's tattoo was from. It looked something like a Lovecraftian creation. I feel a kinship with him, and the entire dream fills me with the same feeling that the Watchmen brings me- I feel motivated to take action. I understand that the actions of the few change the actions of the many, and that it is not futile to care deeply about something. Then I wake up.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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