Laid up with a broken leg, photojournalist L.B. Jeffries (James Stewart) is confined to his tiny, sweltering courtyard apartment.
To pass the time between visits from his nurse (Thelma Ritter) and his fashion model girlfriend Lisa (Grace Kelly), the binocular-wielding Jeffries stares through the rear window of his apartment at the goings-on in the other apartments around his courtyard.
As he watches his neighbors, he assigns them such roles and character names as “Miss Torso” (Georgine Darcy), a professional dancer with a healthy social life or “Miss Lonelyhearts” (Judith Evelyn), a middle-aged woman who entertains nonexistent gentlemen callers.
Of particular interest is seemingly mild-mannered travelling salesman Lars Thorwald (Raymond Burr), who is saddled with a nagging, invalid wife.
One afternoon, Thorwald pulls down his window shade, and his wife’s incessant bray comes to a sudden halt.
Out of boredom, Jeffries casually concocts a scenario in which Thorwald has murdered his wife and disposed of the body in gruesome fashion.
Trouble is, Jeffries’ musings just might happen to be the truth.
One of Alfred Hitchcock’s very best efforts, Rear Window is a crackling suspense film that also ranks with Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom (1960) as one of the movies’ most trenchant dissections of voyeurism.
As in most Hitchcock films, the protagonist is a seemingly ordinary man who gets himself in trouble for his secret desires.
All that I can remember of the first dream is that it was inspired by the film The Signal, which I watched last night and it was better and different than I expected but I did not understand the ending, and it involved two young men and a young woman inside a multi-story building and maybe I was there as well but I can not remember; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of the second dream is that I was walking during a gray cold winter day with a strange unknown man (possibly not human, I think that each of my dreams last night had at least one strange man in them who did not seem human, like they were possibly aliens or a robots/androids or something else) with maybe whitish colored skin in the city of D and I think that we were on our way to a fictional hotel that I had false memories of that was further up the road past most of the main businesses on the right side of the road, and I was wearing my current winter clothing layers when I am outside in the yard (a shirt, a sweater, a pull over jacket with hood, my nylon windbreaker jacket with broken zipper that only zips by the zipper itself, winter knit hat/beanie, and winter gloves).
We possibly were going to try to leave the city as well but I can not remember, I just know that we were trying to reach the hotel, and I possibly was not in the best mood with the dressing scenery/environment of the dream; and I remember us walking from before you get to W Park to the parking lot across the street somewhat past Walmart on the right side of the road, and we stopped because the man was going to call the hotel about something before continuing our journey to save time in case there was no point in us stopping at the hotel.
The dream becomes to unclear and strange but it is possibly that as we stood there or when we reached the hotel that something happened in another dream world/dream space/whatever at the same time, like we were possibly in two different places at the same time, and I think that it involved a man running out of a building or the hotel at us with a gun; and the strange man pulled out a gun, I told him to not shoot yet because I was not sure if the man was really trying to shoot us or not, but he shot the man anyway and he died.
I was disappointed but it did seem that he was going to shoot us but I wanted him to at least ask the man or warn him first, I also found it odd that the strange man possibly smiled like he enjoyed shooting him and/or he did not seem to care, I remember talking to him; and he justified his actions by saying that the man was clearly about to kill us, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 3
The third/last dream was possibly several possibly somewhat connected dreams or just one dream with several different parts but I am not sure which, I just remember being inside a building where a WWE entertainment wrestling event was taking place during the day, and various fictional and possibly real former characters and wrestlers from the past were arriving to sit in a special seating area for a special part of the show honoring something/someone/them/whatever/whoever.
Most of the were in character playing to or against the crowd as they walked down to take their seats, two of these people were an upper class man and woman with whitish-colored skin from probably England or somewhere else in The United Kingdom who played against the crowd acting like they were better than everyone, and I remember them taunting/insulting/arguing/et cetera with people in the crowd as they walked out speaking English with British accents (they reminded me of characters from the film The Sound Of Music for some reason).
At some point the event/whatever started with the retired entertainment wrestler Shawn Michaels giving an emotional speech from the ring about how he was going to stay retired and talking about mistakes that he made in the past, a strange man with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair wearing a tan-colored hat and maybe trench coat like he was from an older time period interrupted Mr. Michaels, and he yelled: “What about this mistake!?” and he started to explain the mistake that he was talking about that allegedly happened years ago.
The next thing that I remember is being in another dream world that was possibly showing that alleged mistake from years ago or it was supposed to but I do not remember seeing Mr. Michaels there, and it seemed more like an Alfred Hitchcock-like film to me and it seemed to even take place during that time period of his films; and it involved a woman, her husband, and maybe their son but I can not remember if this is correct or not arriving at a hotel.
During their stay scenes were shown of the woman and a strange man often meeting usually when her husband was around, it seemed that they possibly were having an affair, and the strange man would always have the wife facing him so that her husband could not see what they were doing as he would often talk to her with his hands on her.
The strange man looked like the actor James Stewart, at some point the woman kept trying to tell him that they needed to stop but the strange man would not give up so he kept visiting her when her husband was around, and the woman would keep trying to reject him.
I can not remember what happened other than the husband getting suspicious and at some point the wife and husband and son (if they even had one) left, the strange man tried to get the wife to stay but she did not, and I remember the strange man standing outside the entrance gate and a male employee walked over to him calling him maybe Robot; and then several men who looked and dressed exactly like him walked outside too, and so it seemed that the strange man was really a robot/android and that there were various copies of him at the hotel who worked there maybe but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The next thing that I remember is possibly giving a woman with dark-brownish/blackish colored skin with blackish-colored hair, her young son who had light-brownish colored skin who wore a hat, and her boyfriend who had medium-brownish colored skin with short hair a ride in my automobile to a parking lot of a large building (possibly where the wrestling event was taking place, but I am not sure); and the woman and her son were possibly fictional family members of my former male classmate DH, and we seemed to be in a fictional city that was somewhat like the city of LC.
We walked from the back parking lot to near the left side of the building on a tall grassy area near stairs that took you down to the sidewalk so that you could walk to the entrance side of the building, this part of the dream is too unclear, but I think that men with assault rifles attacked us; it seemed that they were on their way to attack the building, we were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and so they started attacking us.
Somehow the young son had or got a gun but I can not remember if the rest of us had guns or not so a shootout took place, we worked together taking cover and moving from cover point to cover point, and so did the men who fought a bit like my dream security but in a more basic organized way; but I can not remember if any of them died or not, it seemed that they probably slowly left inside the building one-at-a-time, while the others distracted us.
At some point only one of the men was left, he had whitish colored skin with short yellowish colored hair and he used simple smart strategies just like I would expect my dream security to do if one of them was distracting and testing the enemy until it was time for them to move/retreat to a new area, and I remember trying to tell the young son that it was too dangerous for him to have a gun and to be moving forward to fight; but he would not listen, and he was doing very good like I would expect my dream security to do which was strange because he was only a boy and I am not even sure how he got/had a gun (he possibly was the only one among us who had a gun the entire time, he probably did the shooting, and we probably moved around distracting the enemy as we moved from cover point to cover point in an organized way).
Eventually the last man was gone like he also entered the building once he realized that we were not there to stop them, he probably was going to defend the entrance, and so we started to leave back to the parking lot so that I could take them home either somewhere in the city or back in the city of D; I think that the boyfriend had an automobile, but they were going to ride with me like maybe he was low on gasoline but I woke up.
Later I almost had several wake induced lucid dreams (WILD) when I tried to go back to sleep while thinking about this dream, reminding myself/telling myself that I want to have a lucid and reminding myself to ask myself am I dreaming and reminding myself what I want to do if I do have a lucid dream, and I imagined that dream and myself having a fictional dream where I did all of these things.
I started to almost go to sleep, it is a strange feeling to be conscious and feeling yourself going to sleep and about to switch to another state of consciousness, it is very hard to describe almost like feeling like you are moving about to go through a tunnel/portal/barrier like you are about to warp somewhere else maybe; and this strange feeling caused me to lose focus and stop each time, and so I failed and I accidentally went to sleep and overslept without remembering anything.
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