A Dream Upon Waking

My last remembered dream upon waking was this: Hannibal Lecter as played by Anthony Hopkins is attending Paul Krendel, the Justice Department investigator played by Ray Liotta in the Ridley Scott-directed Hannibal. Hannibal had previously cut off the top of Paul’s head, and had carved out a few chunks of his brain as an ingredient in a midnight snack. Somehow, in my dream, Hannibal develops a sense of guilt for his actions and begins to glue pieces of Krendel’s brain back into the point(s) of excision. He experiences considerable difficulty, however. He looks up and says, “You know, Agent Starling, a mind is a terrible thing to paste.”

Yup. That’s apparently where my head is at. Macabre comedy dreams. Oh – gotta go: my Keurig’s asthma attack is signifying the ready-state of freshly-brewed French Roast, which, once thrown across my tongue and down my willing throat, will leave behind the faint aftertaste of cat urine. Don’t ask me how I know about the taste of cat urine, You don’t wanna know about that.

By the way, in case you’re a huge David Mamet fan like me and didn’t know this, unlike me, he penned the screenplay for Hannibal from the Thomas Harris novel. On the other hand, or whatever body part you think may be suitable, that case being that you’re not familiar with David Mamet, he was married to Lindsay Crouse, the protagonist in House Of Games, his first movie. If you haven’t seen it, stop reading this and go see it now. How was it? Yeah, I thought so. Roger Ebert also loved it. Mamet wrote Glengarry Glen Ross, The Postman Always Rings Twice, Sidney Lumet’s The Verdict and Brian De Palma’s Untouchables, which also has at least one scene involving brains.

And just in case you need a reference for that iconic scene, here’s a YouTube video with significant levels of Julianne Moore/Clarice Starling side-boob action for you: