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Edwardian Baba Yaga
Oct. 1st, 2022 05:14 pmThis is it! My best bud and I lost our Studio Ghibli virginity! We watched Spirited Away. I remember seeing its manga adaptation at the library years ago, but never bothered to borrow it.
Overall a good movie if one is the kind to let themselves waltz with the uncanny. My comments were as follow:
- Why is Baba Yaga clothed and styled in Edwardian fashion? (By Baba Yaga, I mean Yubaba. It's me who nicknamed her Baba Yaga)
- At least, the movie teaches children overconsumption is evil.
- This movie is like watching my dreams onscreen. It's a strange feeling.
- ...well, that was bizarre.
Speaking of dreams, I don't advise watching it before sleeping. My dreams got slightly weirder than usual. Just enough that I remember perfectly well. On the good side, Shiva was a participant (Shiva as in the god), and was more useful than the previous dreams that featured him. I was the one who was a lost cause. I was an Emperor (of whatever kingdom. I hang out in white and grey empty dorms with wooden structures), anxious about being emperor (I'm no Darius III, obviously), Shiva came to me as an advisor. That's what he told me the second time I invoked him. The first time, he said nothing but sort of fusioned his arms with mine before disappearing. Hm.
Anyways, the reason I summoned him twice was that shortly after his first appearance, my schlong fell off. It was a big purple carrot that I could fit in a plastic bottle of water. Being worried, I needed divine help, so voilà . As I'm typing this, it came to me that there's a story in the Shiva purana (I believe it was in the Shiva purana. I remember reading it) of Shiva's penis falling off (and burning heaven, the world and the underworld). I doubt my carrot-dick-that-I-fitted-in-a-plastic-bottle is a reference to the origin of the Shiva Lingam worship.
There was something Haruki Murakami-like about my dreams (those other than the one I detailed above).
Overall a good movie if one is the kind to let themselves waltz with the uncanny. My comments were as follow:
- Why is Baba Yaga clothed and styled in Edwardian fashion? (By Baba Yaga, I mean Yubaba. It's me who nicknamed her Baba Yaga)
- At least, the movie teaches children overconsumption is evil.
- This movie is like watching my dreams onscreen. It's a strange feeling.
- ...well, that was bizarre.
Speaking of dreams, I don't advise watching it before sleeping. My dreams got slightly weirder than usual. Just enough that I remember perfectly well. On the good side, Shiva was a participant (Shiva as in the god), and was more useful than the previous dreams that featured him. I was the one who was a lost cause. I was an Emperor (of whatever kingdom. I hang out in white and grey empty dorms with wooden structures), anxious about being emperor (I'm no Darius III, obviously), Shiva came to me as an advisor. That's what he told me the second time I invoked him. The first time, he said nothing but sort of fusioned his arms with mine before disappearing. Hm.
Anyways, the reason I summoned him twice was that shortly after his first appearance, my schlong fell off. It was a big purple carrot that I could fit in a plastic bottle of water. Being worried, I needed divine help, so voilà . As I'm typing this, it came to me that there's a story in the Shiva purana (I believe it was in the Shiva purana. I remember reading it) of Shiva's penis falling off (and burning heaven, the world and the underworld). I doubt my carrot-dick-that-I-fitted-in-a-plastic-bottle is a reference to the origin of the Shiva Lingam worship.
There was something Haruki Murakami-like about my dreams (those other than the one I detailed above).
