Reflections on Inception.

Christopher Nolan knows me. Perhaps we met in a dream.

Not only did he put my boyfriend who just doesn't know it yet, Joseph Gordon-Levitt (or as he likes to be called, "Joe") in the suits and vests that I adore him in most, but he threw in my old classic love of Leo who only seems to become more handsome with age. In the unfortunate event that you've been asleep within your own dreams for the past month or so, I'm referring to the film 'Inception.'

Although an insomniac, when I do dream I have what most of my friends consider to be deranged dreams. To me, they've become normal. You know, the typical scenario of being chased by a family member who is shooting at you while you attempt to flee by scaling barbed wire fences, that sort of thing. Then I bleed for what seems to be forever but don't seem to die when I've lost a lot of blood. When it feels like I am losing breath and will cease to dream exist, I startle back to reality.

There it is. My peaceful room: The bookshelf overflowing with stories begging to be read, the humming of my fan that I find necessary to sleep to during the summer, and my all too comfortable bed that I could literally live in if I had the assistance of something not as gross as a bed pan to deal with that waste thing and an attractive butler to wait on all other needs.

It was just a dream.

I roll over, shut my eyes and await the next ludicrous story that awaits to meet me in my subconscious.

Now with all that insanity that stirs through my mind while I'm asleep, I have equally random thoughts when I'm functioning about the masses. Not on the level of the previous example of course or you may want to check me into a mental facility ASAP (I'd prefer the lavish one where all those stars with "addictions" go), but I think...A LOT. About life. About the what ifs. Things that I have found through conversations aren't so typical to think about while picking up your dry cleaning.

Warning: Semi-spoiler alert for those who haven't seen the movie:

When you break down the central plotline of Nolan's, it's DiCaprio trying to reach his dream...to get home. His "real" home. But the end may have you guessing, is it in fact real? No, I'm not going to stop there because this begs the question, what is real for us? Yes we have a collective reality that can be proved through facts and general observations about how the weather is or isn't behaving, but we also have individual realities. For instance, I have a habit of ignoring things or diminishing their impact until someone else confirms its occurrence. The morning of 9-11 was a clear example of this. I didn't believe it was happening even while watching live footage, because this wasn't possible...until my mom walked in and acknowledged its reality. No she wasn't chasing me and she really is a lovely woman. My dreams don't do her justice.

In opposition, some things that I may witness with other people I feel much more attached to, moved by and contemplative over because for some reason, it resonates with my reality. Just because it exists in me and not in others doesn't make it unreal, or in other words-a dream. Perhaps, this entire "Inception" contemplation is one of those things.

Usually I loathe unfinished endings that make the viewer do work in order to reach a conclusion. My reaction is usually along the lines of, "I believe I paid you to see this movie therefore I shouldn't be responsible for producing the beginning, middle, or end of it." However, given the blurry nature of the lack of lines created between dream and reality, the film's end was perfect.

Bravo, Nolan. Bravo.