been enjoying Netflix too much.

I dreampt the other night that I was watching a movie. A gang of rough guys was coming after a young couple- a couple consisting of a young Janine Turner and a young Harrison Ford. The baddies were some smart types but the couple was pretty good, too, Janine faking footsteps up a pair of stairs to fake one guy out and then clocking him in the face with a metal draftsman’s square, which stuck in one eye. THe guy behind him on the stairs was stunned long enough for her to grab a revolver from the falling man and plug him in the nuts as he scrambled backward, trying to get away, the bullet exiting between his shoulderblades.

I don’t like this kind of drama in my movies. If I want to see people being assholes to one another, I don’t have to go far outside my daily commute. So I grabbed the Roku remote and tried to fast for4ward. A face on the screen grinned unpleasantly at me, waggled a finger, and said “Uh-uh. You have to watch this one through to the end”.

I woke up in a cold sweat with nerves jangling. Still puts me on edge to think of it a bit.