British director Neil Marshall’s directorial debut Dog Soldiers resurrects and embraces the low-budget horror-comedy.
Sergeant Harry Wells (Sean Pertwee) leads a team of British soldiers on a routine expedition to the Scottish Highlands.
The six men would rather be at home watching the game, but they are even more dismayed when a carcass lands on their campfire.
The next morning, they happen upon a severely injured Captain Richard Ryan (Liam Cunningham) and the bloody remains of his squadron.
Soon they are attacked by giant werewolf beasts and chased through the woods, only to be saved by zoologist Megan (Emma Cleasby), who explains some of the truth about the creatures.
They all take refuge in an old farmhouse while the threat of the monsters looms increasingly heavy.
Dog Soldiers – Making of
Final Thoughts
I saw this movie years ago when I was at my former classmate DH’s house, I remember us having a pretty good time and laughing at a few scenes in the movie, especially during a certain kitchen fight scene.
I did not like it as much as some people did, I possibly felt that it dragged a bit at times, but it is possibly one of the better (not the best) werewolf movies; which is not saying much because they are using not that good.
Last night I finally got some more sleep, not enough sleep but more than the previous night, and I woke up behind schedule.
So I to get out of bed quickly to get ready for work, which caused me to forget most of my dreams because I jumped out of bed too soon and too quickly.
Fortunately I barely managed to remember part of one or two or three dreams which I will type as one dream.
All that I can remember of this dream or these dreams from last night is that one dream or one part of the dream involved maybe a male British / English musician with whitish-color skin, who slightly reminded me of the musician George Michael.
Perhaps the dream involved someone else and / or I, possibly analyzing some music by that musician, and then potentially we went to meet him in person.
I think that I remember us knocking on the door to his house during the day possibly somewhere in The United Kingdom at a condominium along a sidewalk by a street, and he answered the door.
I am assuming that this is one dream or at least several connected dreams so I will type it like it is one dream because I am not sure, I did not voice record my dreams, and I can not remember most of them; but I will type what I remember.
All that I can remember of the dream is being in a fictional trailer park-like area during the day in what seemed to be a fictional version of the city of D, I remember my brother GC and I living in maybe a nice mobile home that was nicer and larger than you would think and it did not look like a mobile home really, but I can not remember if the rest of my family lived there as well or not.
Something strange happened at some point but I can not remember what it was, my guess is that strange and bad weather started causing some chaos, and my brother GC and I took shelter inside our house; and I remember other people running outside, to their houses, to drive away, and to take shelter in a town hall/restaurant/bar/recreational/et cetera multipurpose building in our trailer park.
After the chaos/storm/whatever my brother GC and I went to the multipurpose building because a town hall meeting was taking place to talk about what had just happened, we got there to find that it seemed only be people with brownish colored skin who identified themselves as being part of the so-called African-American/black race having a meeting first, and then the people with whitish colored skin who identified themselves as being part of the so-called Caucasian/white race were going to have a meeting next.
This annoyed me because I am one of the few people who does not believe in race or support race among us modern-day humans so I identify as human only and I refuse to identify as any race or races and even current science supports that the current race system is false/fake/incorrect and is just a failed social construct/creation as far as I know (but if real races are found one day among us modern humans, then I will change this belief if you can prove this scientifically, and give me a test to let me know what race or races I supposedly am so I will know without a doubt), and the community was not only divided by so-called race but as you would expect racism was a large problem as well (which can be expected when people create a fake system like race to separate, divide, identify, label, et cetera themselves and others; and it is adopted into mainstream culture, unfortunately.).
All the workers had whitish colored skin and seemed to treat everyone with brownish colored skin worse, I probably talked with some of the workers and people about this, but everyone seemed set in their race-based and racist ways; and they were focused more on that than the emergency situation that we just had/were still probably in, which made it even more annoying/confusing/illogical to me, they could not even come together to discuss our emergency situation because of their race based and racist beliefs.
This annoyed and angered me a bit but I am somewhat used to it because that is how it somewhat is in the real world unfortunately even though people try to hide it and pretend that their raced based and racist beliefs do not effect/affect them and our culture/society/et cetera consciously and subconsciously in ways that they can and cannot even realize/notice/know, and after their meeting most of the people with whitish colored skin showed up to have theirs; and I tried to talk to them as well, and they were even more aggressive/close-minded/racist/et cetera so them and the workers treated me even worse and did not listen to me and did not want me around so my brother GC and I left at some point.
Most of the next part of the dream focused on a woman with whitish colored skin with medium-length dark-colored hair from The United Kingdom (British) who was opening a business in the city, she had one or more dogs, and she wanted to help the homeless in the city by hiring people who were homeless; and she was going to start by hiring a person who was homeless to watch her dog or dogs at her business while she works, and if her business did well enough she would hire more people who were homeless for other jobs.
This part of the dream was possibly me watching a news story on the television in our fictional house/mobile home, so they were interviewing the woman and showing video of her and her business, and she seemed like a nice person who wanted to make a positive difference in the city; and it seemed that her long-term goal was to give people jobs, training, education, et cetera so that they could become independent eventually.
The last part of the dream was probably inspired by a not so funny SNL skit that I saw on YouTube last night called (Hillary Clinton Cold Open – SNL) and this part of the dream involved me possibly walking on the sidewalk in downtown D or I was watching a video clip that made it seem like I was there during the day, automobiles and people were moving around normally, and Hillary Clinton was riding in a blackish colored SUV (sport utility vehicle) in the middle passenger seat on the right side next to a window with security/bodyguards driving and in the other seats.
I was surprised to see this because I never expected to see someone like Hillary Clinton in the city of D, the windows were only lightly tinted so she was smiling and waving at some people as they rode by, and as they were driving near the restaurant before you get to the turn by the Council On Aging I saw a sudden spark hit Mrs. Clinton’s window like someone had shot it; and I saw her flinch/jump a bit and so did one of her bodyguards, but they continued driving like nothing had happened mostly.
Mrs. Clinton and one of the bodyguards did seem a bit confused like they were wondering what that was but they either tried to act calm or they assumed that it was probably nothing serious, either way someone inside and outside the automobile was recording video and caught video footage of this from both views, and some people like myself witnessed/saw this; and I assumed that someone shot the window with a gun, but I did not hear a gunshot and when it hit the window it was too quiet so even I was confused so I assumed that maybe the window was bullet resistant and that is why the impact was quiet and why the window did not take much if any damage.
The news media was showing the video clips, interviewing people, and debating and investigating the incident trying to figure out if someone had tried to shoot/assassinate Mrs. Clinton or not; but I woke up.
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