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Originally Posted by Rob Instigator

I hate watching films or TV based on some assholes dream-logic. David Lynch is an expert on this, and I believe it is empty as all fuck, purely superfluous exercises in style over any actual substance.

the big idea behind those things is that, like for the australian aborigine, dream time is the real thing and this world is bullshit. in other words—this world of Urizen (Blake’s monster) is the actual fantasy, and a bad one at that. a trap of the mind.

not saying that i dig all of his work, eraserhead puts me to sleep every time and i barely stayed awake for inland empire. his particular dreams bore me the fuck out, but when his own dreams resonate with mine or with “archetypes” in mine (yes yes that is jungian bullshit but it’s the language we have) then im staring at the real world underneath this one, and that can be a really good thing.