What possessed me to watch, even snippets of, The Hills Have Eyes?
At one in the morning.
Last night, I dreamt I was being chased through a theater heavy with doors, dead ends and liberal amounts of brocade. I had a key but I couldn't find the right door to put it in, and I was being pursued, unseen, by the POTO. But in the dream, I thought "it's not actually sexy when I'm
the one he's trying to kill."
I finally dream about Gerard Butler, and I have to be realistic about it.