Did a CW line dance class today. My left leg seemed to work fairly well. It's a bit stiff now but will get better once I go to bed (where it will be somewhat elevated). I had some trouble with the dance steps--they are somewhat fast and my brain-foot connection seems off. My left hip joint feels like where most of the tenseness is centered. Hopefully, tomorrow's PD dance class will smooth things out. No classes on Wednesday, which will give my leg a day of rest. Can't seem to figure out if the stiffness is just some passing issue or if it's more symptoms. Keep on moving until it all sorts out.
Had a great lunch with BH today (endive/figs/nuts/cheese salad, some pasta, eggplant Parmesan, and plum/raspberry crisp). GH and I watched Eyes Wide Shut. Powerful movie! Made a lot more sense this time around (I saw it when it was released). Kubrick did his regular things--bathrooms (several), CRM 114 (C wing, Room [RM], 114), elaborate sets (city streets of NYC), symbols (everywhere), natural lighting, and a lot more. The film made the Guinness Book of World Records--longest continual shoot (15 months with 46 uninterrupted days). He died four days after making the delivery of the film so he never saw it in theaters. As usual, the trivia associated with this film (like all his others) is voluminous. The film was based on a story called Traumnovelle--Dream Story. Was it a dream or was it real? That's how it ended!
I had an intense dream last night. I was with a group of people who were putting on an event to raise money for a charity. It was like a silent auction. The prizes were plain cardboard boxes (the boxes from the previous night's dream) that contained surprise contents. There were cryptic descriptions written on each box and a suggested starting bid. I was there with an ex-girlfriend. She was acting strange and at one point had to be attended to by some of the staff. She was feverish and was feeling faint. After a while, she recovered but left early. I stayed for bit longer, made some bids, and picked up a couple of boxes. I carried them downstairs to the parking area. As I walked past some people, one man whispered to me that I should tell the attendants that I was from Colorado. He said it would lessen my parking fees.
I walked up to the checkout booth and encountered two really tall, muscular black men. They were a bit ominous-looking. They were dressed entirely in black leathers. I asked about them retrieving my car and one of the men told me that it was going to cost extra. The parking area was closed for the night and it required an extra fee to open it now. There was another massive white guy standing nearby. He looked like he was there in case there were problems. I agreed to pay the extra fees, and the man handling the cash drawer told me that it would be $171 to get my car. I was astounded! I mumbled that I was from Colorado, but the man just repeated the amount, $171.
I paid the fee and pulled across the street. I then began to snap photographs of the parking area. I was thinking that if I documented the fact that there were no posted notices about late fees that I would be able to make a case with the parking authority. As I was manically taking photos, I noticed a police car parked nearby. The policemen were watching me--looking like they were going to roust me if I did anything flagrant. I decided to get in my car and drive. I pulled away from the curb carefully and drove past the police car. About then, I awoke from the dream.