Inception: The Dream Was Sold
Power, Memory, and the Price of Waking Up This is just one reading of a shared dream. I love this film. Always have. The performances are precise and haunted, and its structure unfolds like a ritual. Every time I watch it, I sleep badly, not because it’s scary, but because it feels disarmingly familiar. It's like the night is showing me rooms I forgot I built. What always lingered with me was the silence, the decisions no one said out loud. Maybe that's why this film never just ended; it echoed.
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