"Alice in Wonderland"

I had a wonderful dream last night... very vivid and with one name that stood out. I said it over and over this morning to remember.

I took the kids to school... came home... and can't remember.

Don't you hate it when that happens?

I do have a backup plan. I went to see Alice In Wonderland last night, and just had some thoughts on that.

People have given some bad reviews, I don't tend to listen to reviews on "artist" films.

Story lines mean nothing to me if the art is good.  Really, I didn't mind the story line. I got just as much from Alice's lesson of making her own choices and living her own life, as I did from the awesome visual trip back to my childhood imagination.

I simply adore seeing visually stimulating imagery.

I had a great time allowing myself to be as "mad" as the hatter or march hare. 

The costumes were inspiring.

When Johny Depp recited the Jabberwocky poem, my heart just swelled in my chest. 

(I loved that poem growing up. My dad even built a whole series of stories around it that he would play out on our backs at 'tuck in' time. Back stories, and those particular ones were called "ruffle-snort stories". He would use the same type of language and tell a story that was really only comprehensible because of the few English words thrown in here and there. He was an English major, and is a very good story teller.)

So... all of this to say... If you enjoy this type of blog... talking about crazy dreams and such, and you haven't seen Tim Burton's version of "Alice in Wonderland"... Go see it.