As a teenager growing up in the late 90s, one of my favorite hobbies was renting videos

over the weekends.

There was a blockbuster nearby, of course, but I got most of my tapes from a local

mom and pop store that was only a few blocks away from my house.

They tended to have more of the classic horror films that I was after.

There were slasher films like Halloween and Friday the 13th, but my favorites were always

the ancient silent ones, movies like No Sforato and the long-chainy version of the Phantom

of the Opera were the top of my list.

Cabinet of Dr. Caligary was...

Oh, that was a tape that I rented so many times.

I'm surprised my parents didn't just save their money and buy the damn thing.

Repeated viewings of these films resulted in completely bizarre dreams.

I don't call them nightmares because they weren't particularly scary, but they had a similar

atmosphere to what was shown in the films.

Some of these dreams were my brain remembering specific scenes while others were completely

original.

These dreams influenced me to watch more and more of these films just to see what kind

of surreal images my brain could conjure up next.

Unfortunately, I never documented what I envisioned.

Over time, these dreams have blurred together.

I can only remember bits and pieces.

Only one occasion is crystal clear in my mind.

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