Latest Watch Party and Dreams of Our Past Selves

Latest Watched: Chastity Bites: When I started watching this I thought it was going to be horrible as its a bit campy but in truth it actually wasn’t that bad at all! Elizabeth Bathory was a Hungarian noblewoman who was said to have tortured and murdered as many as 650 people in the 16th century. If you believe her accusers, her favorite victims were young girls, because she thought bathing in the blood of virgins would keep her eternally young. Chastity Bites is a horror/comedy that imagines Bathory’s beauty regimen worked, and she’s still living, preying on modern high schools by organizing religious chastity pledge programs to make sure her victims are virgins. This underrated movie is low-budget and rough-around-the-edges, but it’s funny, smart, and skewers the horror genre’s sex = death obsession, right wing hypocrisy, vapid teenage culture, materialism, beauty obsession, and just about everything else that was happening in 2013 America.

I had a weird dream last night which now doesn’t sound so impressive but when it woke me up last night at the end I thought it was cool. I was hanging with this guy which I thought was my grandfather but couldn’t be because he looked like that guy Buzzy from Jeopardy. Anyways we somehow ended up in a place that resembled a mix between a restaurant and a train car. Later some other people joined us but it was him in different stages of his life but they were rendered in the colors of the television media of the time. So there was an early 1970 version of him looking kind of tinted green and for some reason looked like early 1970s era Stan Lee. And there was one were he was a young man, possibly from the 1940s are dressed dapper and in black and white, and an even earlier version of him during the silents era. That guy didn’t speak, but a woman then appeared next to him which I took to be his wife. She didn’t appear in the other versions though (perhaps because she no longer existed in those times?) The cool thing was they could all communicate with each other. Not sure why I was there, I had no direct link to this person that I could discern and I was kind of just a guest there, watching. It would be cool to be able to tell your younger self things and for the younger selves to talk to the older. Then toward the end of the dream a guy we used to work with we nicknamed DNO came into the dream although now the surroundings looked a bit like the hallways of a place we worked at in the 1990s. He passed away a couple of years ago sadly. He was a chemist and I saw him holding some beakers and saying hi and then walking down the hall to complete whatever he was doing. He looked tired, but happy in doing his job. I actually cried when I saw him and the oldest “Buzzy” in color consoled me. I then woke up and had real tears in my eyes. Not really sure what this dream means, we weren’t like close or anything although we did have some glorious deathmatches in Quake over the company network over the years. When I woke up in the middle of the night from this dream I almost wanted to get up and write this down so I wouldn’t forget it (I thought the sci-fi aspects of the Buzzy situation were great) but then as the day drew on I was unsure if I should even post it or write it down at all. As you can see I decided to go ahead. What do you guys make of this?

As a final note, my sister says next time we meet up she wants to take a walk with me to our old elementary school to try to relive that moment I was feeling yesterday. I’m going to take her up on that.