Truth Look, everything I'm going to tell you is true. Then again, some things I may have made up or otherwise stretched the truth. But, listen, everything I say is a lie, including this. Point is, it's your choice whether or not you want to trust me. Any good story has had things moved around or otherwise rearranged, like furniture.

Dream 2 A man rides in on a horse that doesn't look quite right. Although I cannot say why, the feeling stays. Suddenly, flames spurt out from the ground, like fountain jets. And, although the flames bathe the man in their golden embers, He is unharmed. And smiles. Then laughs.

Dream 1 Black leather couches, backwards. Forwards. A man in a suit walks to me, backwards. Forwards. The lights flicker on, backwards. Forwards. I don't know why, but I scream, backwards. Forwards. Finally, time starts in it's regular order, forwards. Backwards.

Gone I am gone. Not lost. Just gone. Poof. Thin air gone. I've think I've been gone for a while now. Maybe I stopped trying. Maybe that's how I disappeared. I listen to the fire in my long—gone cabin. Everything is missing. I worry so I pick holes in myself. Its very worrying. I can feel the air entering and exiting. I think I more than gone. I am long gone. I've been gone my whole #life and never looked back. That's what kind of gone I am. Poof.

Eraserhead: The Fear of Fatherhood Through a Lynchian Perspective Eraserhead, if you haven't seen it, is a fantastically weird movie that leaves you with all sorts of wonderful questions such as: "I'm going to have really weird dreams tonight, aren't I?" or the most popular, "Is the main character just living in a really terrible neighborhood, or was that a dystopian future setting?" The setting David Lynch paints is in equal parts gross and sad. Sometimes, it's oddly beautiful because of it's gorgeous noir-inspired imagery. Tiny roast chickens bleed goop and spermatazoo-like creatures appear from every corner. David Lynch is the master of weird imagery. Heck, he even creates his own props to achieve his vision. To do this day, he will not reveal how his deformed baby prop was created. Nor can people even begin to guess what it was made of. Now, without being pretentious, I'll just give a short review. This film is disturbing in an oddly wonderful way. Like a raft on a lazy river, one just goes along for this fantastically odd ride through David Lynch's mind. Keep in mind, his daughter was 3 when this movie was made. Clearly, the first-time father experiences were fresh in his mind and he simply made a nightmare version of it. My final consensus is that it is a great film in a strange and unsettling way. But, be warned, this film is most certainly not for everybody; especially those who are faint of heart or easily nauseated.