Amelie, a French Film

I watched a movie last night.  If you know me, you know how much I avoid TV and movies altogether and don't even own a TV so this first sentence probably caught your attention.

I dug out the portable DVD player, hooked it up to my computer and pulled out my copy of the French film, Amelie.  (It appears I own exactly 3 movies and a handful of Yoga DVDs.). I bought Amelie back in college, maybe even before I met my ex-husband.  I can't remember the last time I watched it because he hated the movie so would veto it anytime I brought it up.

I have always felt I relate to the main character, Amelie with her quirkiness and the way she observes the world, often hesitant to participate in it.  She finds an unlikely friendship with a man in her building who has health problems that prevent him from ever leaving his apartment.  It is this friend that encourages her to participate.

There is a love story aspect to the movie and I felt some nostalgia to my early years with my ex-husband as some of the gestures and interactions in the film brought me back to specific moments of my own.

And then last night I dreamt.  I have been dreaming more and actually remembering my dreams, something that is not normal for me.  Last night's dream was the early stages of dating with a different man, someone I know in real life but who I did not think I had ever thought of that way.  Honestly, I don't even know what to make of it, so I'll just tuck it away to reflect on later.