Mind-fucked, alright.

After half a year of anticipation for what i'd know would be no less than a masterpiece from Christopher Nolan, Inception did not disappoint.

With highly stylized CGI-ed visuals, intricately weaved scenes to depict what a-dream-within-a-dream-within-a-dream (say whattt?!) would mean, this guy is without a doubt, at the top of his game. I'm so curious at how his mind works. This is seriously some nifty storytelling brilliance, as is Memento, although there were instances where it got so confusing and technical that I wished I was dreaming that I was watching this movie.

While trying to interpret the idea of a-dream-within-a-dream, I got reminded of my own experience of that 3 weeks ago. which of course had nothing to do with extracting or implanting ideas in someone's subconscious, but rather, i dreamt that i was dreaming. it was really weird.
in my dream, i was sleeping and dreaming of my mum on the hospital bed, all wrapped up in white cloth except her head, and she smilingly told me how she was looking forward to recovering and going home. Then in my dream, i woke up in tears knowing that that was never happening, that my dream was just a dream. And in reality, i woke with a wrenched heart and tears streaming down my face, also knowing it was never gonna happen, that my dream-within-a-dream was just a mishmash of the events i experienced 5 months ago. she was always looking forward to getting well enough to go home, but never got a chance to, and the white cloth was the torturous sight of her lifeless and cold body wrapped in it at the morgue. i knew what my dream meant. it was the worst dream ever. I don't think i've ever spoken about it, but yeah it still hurts.


I quote The Charlotte Observer:
Nolan’s tale is not only a trip through mental labyrinths but a reminder that memories may cripple us, unless we learn to let them go.