“Last night, Leonardo DiCaprio dreamed of monsters. One by one, they came at him—‘these ferocious, intense creatures’—and one by one, he subdued them. DiCaprio’s new movie, Inception, takes place almost entirely within surreal dreams, but he seldom remembers his own. This one stuck with him. ‘I had these giant gloves,’ he explains the next evening, with faint embarrassment, ‘and I had to put my hand in their mouths as these monsters ravaged me and wrestle them to the ground. I had to time it perfectly as they went around me in a rotation—otherwise it would have caused mass destruction.’ By the time his alarm went off at 9:45 a.m.—he sleeps late between movies—DiCaprio had defeated the demons and saved the world. He woke up in his house in the Hollywood Hills feeling pretty good about himself.”
From “Leo Faces His Demons,” by Brian Hiatt, Rolling Stone 1110, August 5, 2010, p. 48.
“Christopher Nolan wakes up. It’s just before eight. He wants to go back to sleep—he was up late last night, like any self-respecting student would have been—but the only way he’ll get a free breakfast is if he drags himself down to the University College of London refectory now. He duly does so, and returns to bed shortly after. Sleep takes him once more. Only a light sleep. But interesting things happen in light sleep. Christopher Nolan stands on a beach. He stoops and grasps a handful of sand. Looks at the tiny, innumerable grains. A thought coalesces: ‘My mind did that. It put every grain of sand into my hand…’ Not only that. ‘We all do this, every night, when we dream. Our minds create and perceive the world simultaneously. The mind is infinitely expansive, and infitesimal…’”
From “Crime of the Century, Empire Magazine July 2010, p. 90.
“I had a dream that was so dramatic. I’m in a hotel room with a very close girlfriend of mine, except now she is a famous actress and has all these people around her. We’re arguing about things, how close we used to be, then she starts crying and I take her in my arms. I say, “Don’t be sad – we had an amazing time.” Then, suddenly, we’re in bed together, but we’ve turned into men. I’m Thomas Magnum and she’s Mike Hammer, but we’re really fat and hairy and have moustaches. And then we’re running through a jungle, jump off a cliff and get freeze-framed in the air, as a title card in big red letters flashes up. I woke up and couldn’t stop laughing. Then I told my friend. She said, ‘I’d like to be in your head…’”
From “Fourteen Weirdest Dreams in Hollywood,” by Nick de Semlyen, Empire Magazine April 2010, p. 129.