I had this really weird dream last night:
I’m in this really big house with Mark Saft and Todd Miller. There is this old guy who has died, and he was very rich. We are in his house looking at all of his rich man things. He’s got a suitcase only for shoes…an entire suitcase that you use only to pack shoes.
We go into one room, and there’s a huge aquarium that spans the whole room.
Mark says “there’s something very disturbing about this aquarium.”
“What?” I say.
“You don’t want to know,” he says.
“Tell me.” I say.
“I’ll show you,” he says.
He walks over to the aquarium and presses a button. A guy dressed in some kind of uniform drops into the tank. He looks confused. Suddenly a fish twice his size swoops down and eats him.
We look up, and we can see through the ceiling. There are loads of people working on the floor above us. It’s an office with a glass floor, only they can’t see us. The old man has been hiring loads of foreigners (we are in Japan, right, so hiring non-Japanese). He has been hiring them to feed his fish. There are lots of people in the lobby filling in applications. Some Japanese girls are behind the desk arranging everything. The applicants can’t believe their luck at being picked for such a great job.
Suddenly, I’m in the wife’s closet, trying on her clothes. I’ve inherited the house and I’m trying to figure out what to keep and what to throw away. But, I’m feeling uneasy about inheriting this house from a psycho-path. Mark and I decide to alert the police about the fish tank, but when we go back to the main “feeding” tank, it has been dismantled. We find some glass from the tank and stick it in our pockets for “evidence.”
I spent all day yesterday watching the Japan tapes. It was strange because it brought back so many memories.
I spoke with BG yesterday. He was drunk. He can’t remember the $5,000 he offered for the film. He says he can give me $1,000. But maybe I’ll ask him if I can shoot him instead.
