Too Much TV
25 May 2000
11:15 PM: Really incredibly strange, complex spy-movie operatic dreams last night. I've forgotten a lot of the details, but I know that the main plot started out with the main point of view - the "I" role in the dream - being the daughter of an upper-class-ish, respectable couple who worked in a very bureaucratic, boring way for the CIA - "the daughter they never wanted" - and the problems caused by the mother's brother - "the brother they wished they didn't have". His name was something like Uncle Popo - vaguely Italian flavor to all the names. The daughter's name was something like Papillon, but not, not so specifcally "butterfly". "Pompillion", something ridiculous like that.
Uncle Popo was a very unrespectable sort of person, who had done all kinds of nasty things for the military and other bits of our government and others. The story of the dream, basically, was about him getting into worse and worse trouble, as his attitude worsened and his willingness to cooperate and be quiet diminished. He ends up dragging in all his friends, including the woman that he's involved with, but I think none of them were particularly Ivory Snow to begin with. There was a series-like rhythm to it, in that a particular bit would start out in this bar in the middle of nowhere that played bad 70s and 80s music. The characters would meet there, something would come up, one of them would go off and have An Adventure, nearly get killed and/or sent to jail, manage to barely escape with the help of one or two of the other characters, and they would end up back at the bar in ragged shape, with the circle of tarnished people just that much wider.
I think that by the end of the dream, Uncle Popo also ends up getting the respectable couple in trouble. They get out of it by denouncing him, turning state's evidence, handing over everything they know about him, basically joining the other side trying to kill him.
Somewhere in the course of that, you find out that there is no daughter, that Uncle Popo has always been the narrator, calling himself the daughter, and that he is actually the respectable couple's son.
I have NO idea. I think it means, stop drinking so much and then watching reruns of Angel before going to sleep.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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