Another Guido-esque Dream...

I'm in a high school chem lab with a dozen or so former students. We sit at the tables, each on our own stool, watching Hi8 1/2. The movie is being projected from an old 16mm Bell & Howell film projector. (How it was transferred to film (with sound) is beyond me!!) There is a lot of activity in the room, chairs dragged on floor, voices chattering off and on, but mostly people are attentive as the doc plays. I have the feeling, once again, of not totally enjoying the experience by watching the story with others, but I continue to be drawn into the piece--looking forward to the next segment about to play (I guess that's a good thing!).

    

At one point during the screening, I turn to look for reactions from the audience and I notice that many of the seats are empty. An anxious feeling fills the pit of my stomach. Those that remain alert me to the fact that the projector is "weirding out". I walk to the machine and upon close inspection notice that the film reels are rusted and bent while the film itself is aged and warped and has begun to spool out of the pick up reel. The projected image rattles out of the frame as the sprockets tear at the holes. I decide it's important that the movie plays (somehow) to the end, so I manually turn the pick up reel with my fingers in the center holes, attempting to "pull" the movie through to completion. 

     

Several minutes later I decide it's not worth it, since the remaining members of the audience have completely lost interest.

    

Damn!

   

end dream...