Last night I dreamed that I went to the movies with my now-dead friend Pam Hollenbeck, her husband Paul, and two friends of theirs, who brought their baby. The movie was a new version of the Ken Russell film The Devils, which was based on a play adaptation by John Whiting from the Aldous Huxley history The Devils of Loudon.
So, we had to find five seats together in a crowded movie; then Paul spilled a whole bag of provisions he had brought, including grape soda, which caused a mess so he left. The movie was violent and unsettliong and Pam and I were appalled at the number of idiots who had brought young children.