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Trapped inside Jack Nicholson's house
2025-08-28
Dreams will forever be a recurring theme in my life, and particularly in these posts... just because they're a part of my nighttime activities, whether I like them or not.
Some people tell me they prefer reality to dreams because at least in reality they feel they have some sense of control over events that are happening to them. Whereas, in dreams, we're surely not in control of the weird and wonderful things that occur. But I'd argue against this point. The late, very great film director Stanley Kubrick, apparently was inspired to create 2001: A Space Odyssey based on a dream he had one night, during which he woke up in the early hours of the morning and wrote down the details. He took control of the fanciful images swirling in his mind and acted upon them. I'd say that was one hell of a fabulous dream, considering the impact his movie had on countless other artists (David Bowie namely being one, who went on to write Space Oddity, the song that finally catapulted him to super stardom).
So returning to my dream, I had a whopper. I went to the house of Jack Nicholson and stood before the front door, which was constructed out of a solid cement block, virtually impenetrable. Oddly, the door opened for me without issue but once inside, I realized I couldn't leave. I was trapped inside Jack Nicholson's house and feeling helpless. Dogs were everywhere. I grabbed onto one leash and the dog pulled me from room to room. I asked Jack why can't I leave and he replied, "Because you're going to become famous." At this point, I woke up and rolled over, wrote out my dream in my tiny little book, kept beside my bed with one black ink pen and a mini-flashlight. Then I went back to sleep. Just like that, Jack! You are welcome to interpret this dream in whatever fashion you wish. More logically to the point, I know I dreamt of Jack Nicholson because I had recently re-watched The Departed (some months back) and evidently a residual impression was left on my subconscious. But Jack's dialogue is curious and it makes me think of a comment another friend had said to me. We went for a BBQ and during the evening, at one point, she advised me with a wide smile that she, too, would become famous through me because she'd written the back-cover blurb, a review of my first collection of erotic verse, called appropriately Vulgar Verse, which meant her name would eventually become known to the public.
Becoming famous? Riiight. An author? It doesn't work that way with the majority of authors, I delicately countered to my friend. An author's books may become famous but few authors, and even fewer Canadian authors become famous, to the stage where their mug gets noticed in public. And this suits me just fine, thank you very much. I'm fond of my anonymity and it's one of the aspects about writing that I like most. How many of us would recognize Stephen King if we saw him in public? He's regarded as the most successful writers in North America.
Truthfully, I'm not concerned with my face becoming famous and have never been focused on this element at all. However, I'd be thrilled to smithereens if my novels became famous. If this happened, it would potentially translate into a different form of existence, opening up doors for my novels, like a Netflix TV series, as one example. My seventh novel, POM, would be ideal for this form of art representation. This is only my biased opinion of course. 😅
It is ever so important to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground with the intention of improving yourself, and in the case of artists, to improve your craft. If as an artist you set out to become famous, you might as well press a jelly tot next to your temple and stick it there with epoxy glue. Why? Because you're an idiot if you think you're an artist who's destined to become famous. Write, paint, compose, sculpt, sketch and do so because you're compelled to do so, because you feel better for doing so, and to be able to express your feelings about the world or simply to comprehend your own emotions. But do not do so because you feel you are significant enough of an individual that the rest of the world really wants to know who are you.
Show me a provocateur, and I'll show you barely a handful of artists who fit this description.
And, as to Mister Nicholson, when I was a young lassie in my 20s, I regarded him as one of the A-list actors who consistently produced some of the best work out there but he has long been retired from the profession since 2010. His body of work is still admired and eminently watchable on the big screen. So, if I were to analyze my own dream, I'd conclude that Jack was delivering a message to me in my dream that I had wanted to deliver to myself, which I find to be a little confusing, asking myself why wouldn't I just come right out and tell myself what I really want. Fu*k! Already, I'm confused with this reality. All I know for certain is that we know so little about ourselves, least of all our subconscious. I believe this is the reason why we are in a continual state of change, searching for deeper meaning in our lives, and in life in general. I'm no different. You're no different.
"Every artist and every poet is an anti-social being." [Pablo Picasso; 1881-1973, Spanish painter, sculptor].
All I need express about Pablo's statement is to say what he said.
Some people tell me they prefer reality to dreams because at least in reality they feel they have some sense of control over events that are happening to them. Whereas, in dreams, we're surely not in control of the weird and wonderful things that occur. But I'd argue against this point. The late, very great film director Stanley Kubrick, apparently was inspired to create 2001: A Space Odyssey based on a dream he had one night, during which he woke up in the early hours of the morning and wrote down the details. He took control of the fanciful images swirling in his mind and acted upon them. I'd say that was one hell of a fabulous dream, considering the impact his movie had on countless other artists (David Bowie namely being one, who went on to write Space Oddity, the song that finally catapulted him to super stardom).
So returning to my dream, I had a whopper. I went to the house of Jack Nicholson and stood before the front door, which was constructed out of a solid cement block, virtually impenetrable. Oddly, the door opened for me without issue but once inside, I realized I couldn't leave. I was trapped inside Jack Nicholson's house and feeling helpless. Dogs were everywhere. I grabbed onto one leash and the dog pulled me from room to room. I asked Jack why can't I leave and he replied, "Because you're going to become famous." At this point, I woke up and rolled over, wrote out my dream in my tiny little book, kept beside my bed with one black ink pen and a mini-flashlight. Then I went back to sleep. Just like that, Jack! You are welcome to interpret this dream in whatever fashion you wish. More logically to the point, I know I dreamt of Jack Nicholson because I had recently re-watched The Departed (some months back) and evidently a residual impression was left on my subconscious. But Jack's dialogue is curious and it makes me think of a comment another friend had said to me. We went for a BBQ and during the evening, at one point, she advised me with a wide smile that she, too, would become famous through me because she'd written the back-cover blurb, a review of my first collection of erotic verse, called appropriately Vulgar Verse, which meant her name would eventually become known to the public.
Becoming famous? Riiight. An author? It doesn't work that way with the majority of authors, I delicately countered to my friend. An author's books may become famous but few authors, and even fewer Canadian authors become famous, to the stage where their mug gets noticed in public. And this suits me just fine, thank you very much. I'm fond of my anonymity and it's one of the aspects about writing that I like most. How many of us would recognize Stephen King if we saw him in public? He's regarded as the most successful writers in North America.
Truthfully, I'm not concerned with my face becoming famous and have never been focused on this element at all. However, I'd be thrilled to smithereens if my novels became famous. If this happened, it would potentially translate into a different form of existence, opening up doors for my novels, like a Netflix TV series, as one example. My seventh novel, POM, would be ideal for this form of art representation. This is only my biased opinion of course. 😅
It is ever so important to keep your feet firmly planted on the ground with the intention of improving yourself, and in the case of artists, to improve your craft. If as an artist you set out to become famous, you might as well press a jelly tot next to your temple and stick it there with epoxy glue. Why? Because you're an idiot if you think you're an artist who's destined to become famous. Write, paint, compose, sculpt, sketch and do so because you're compelled to do so, because you feel better for doing so, and to be able to express your feelings about the world or simply to comprehend your own emotions. But do not do so because you feel you are significant enough of an individual that the rest of the world really wants to know who are you.
Show me a provocateur, and I'll show you barely a handful of artists who fit this description.
And, as to Mister Nicholson, when I was a young lassie in my 20s, I regarded him as one of the A-list actors who consistently produced some of the best work out there but he has long been retired from the profession since 2010. His body of work is still admired and eminently watchable on the big screen. So, if I were to analyze my own dream, I'd conclude that Jack was delivering a message to me in my dream that I had wanted to deliver to myself, which I find to be a little confusing, asking myself why wouldn't I just come right out and tell myself what I really want. Fu*k! Already, I'm confused with this reality. All I know for certain is that we know so little about ourselves, least of all our subconscious. I believe this is the reason why we are in a continual state of change, searching for deeper meaning in our lives, and in life in general. I'm no different. You're no different.
"Every artist and every poet is an anti-social being." [Pablo Picasso; 1881-1973, Spanish painter, sculptor].
All I need express about Pablo's statement is to say what he said.
