Palermo shoots back

I dreamed last night I was drinking coffee with Wim Wenders. We met in an antiques shop on the carving from all over the world and specializes in artfully decorated sweets from fruit, cream and dough. My mother sat next to me at the table. They ordered something, which is called pulp, but like everything from fruit, pastry cream and consisted. However, it was fried from.

Then came Wim Wenders and sat next to us, to him, we had waited. He ordered a steak. Hardly had his first bite to itself, I was suddenly in the biology of my old grammar school hall and gave a lengthy presentation on addiction disease, as it was in the twelfth grade. It was very well received, partly because many in the plenary could understand perfectly content.

Suddenly I discovered Wim Wenders in the audience. He looked at me from countless expressive eyes slightly behind his tinted glasses film makers to. Then he began to grin as mistaken. The man followed me in my dreams. I came before me as Campino in Wenders's new film. Since the deaths of pants are constantly Dennis Hopper in his nightmares pesky prosecuted and shelled with arrows. Hopper would have been better for me, even though he plays the death personally. So now it was so far: My mother had me always predicted. "If you so late this grusligen still anschaust movies, you'll only get nightmares." That's never happened - until now. But if they would have guessed that she is so wrong. No Peter Jackson, Sam Raimi, John Carpenter or some other horror director has managed to make me nightmares. As has already come Wenders. And then my wife drinks mom in my dream even coffee with him. You would probably say: "You see, I quite had." Obviously you can from bad movies, even if only involuntarily gruslig are quite get nightmares. But why only now? I've pretty early grusliges stuff seen. When I was about twelve, I have with my mother and a friend together, "the prince of darkness" by John Carpenter viewed. As much as Alice Cooper disintegrates into all parts and completely eaten by insects. This happens with Campino in Wenders' Palermo Shooting "is not, but action pursues me to sleep. Strictly the film has even the fate of the photographer, the Campino plays, projected on me: In my climb even confused dream sequences in which I will pursue. Can it be that this movie causes mental disorders? Wim Wenders has subliminal messages incorporated the audience into a dreamy past force? Why else my immerses mother there, and why should I ask a nice school Unit Bloopers and me from Wenders stupid grin leave? That is grusliger than any Splatter film. Of the volunteers should be self-learned.