I completed my Wes-Andersen-a-thon finishing with The Darjeeling Limited, and cannot stop thinking about it. I sat alone on my basement futon with silent, hot tears streaming down my face as this vividly beautiful movie unraveled before me. I was advised to save this one for last, thank god I did. After it was over, I continued crying while the credits rolled, feeling like my life had been changed forever. I crawled into bed that night not knowing what to do, or how to begin to document the feelings I felt. I woke up the next morning feeling the same as I do every morning when I wake up, nothing new, nothing changed. The day progressed, I found myself thinking about the color: the sunset, the goldens, and turquoises, and the pureness of the small village.
Last week I had a dream that I was in a jacuzzi at a home waiting for that someone, the colors were realistically grey, there was not natural light, and there were many people there. Last night I had a dream that I was on a small sail boat. The animation was of the same comparable quality to Blues Clues. I would look through my binoculars around me everything that passed was golden-toned, and when I tossed off my binoculars, jumped into the sea and swam, it was all turquoise! I was then in a hotel in a turquoise and blue tiled bathroom with Indian-like-windows. Outside was the Darjeeling-like fantasy (previously described) that I looked out of as I sat in the jacuzzi, but this time it was just myself and that someone. That means something. Who knows what it does mean, but there is no way it was a coincidence.