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F#$%@#^ Monica Bellucci.
1. Laura
2. Laura
3. Audrey (wild card)
Cole is a dreamer, who thens dreams about the dreamer. It's probably not him; but could it be us, the viewers? Could it be Audrey if the coma theory is correct? More importantly, does it really matter. To be in the woods again is, frankly, sublime. If there is a season four, it is leading, I hope, the the woods of Twin Peaks.
I would never have guessed, obviously!
Cole is a dreamer, who thens dreams about the dreamer. It's probably not him; but could it be us, the viewers? Could it be Audrey if the coma theory is correct? More importantly, does it really matter. To be in the woods again is, frankly, sublime. If there is a season four, it is leading, I hope, the the woods of Twin Peaks.
A season 4 is a pipe dream imo.
Who Said It? Why not Who is The Dreamer?
Is this the first episode without cooper (except for Andy's vision) ever in Twin Peaks? One more reason To think that if there's a dreamer, he is the one
For those wondering about the source of the “We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives inside the dream” quote...
‘It’s only the Red King snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’ the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice’s hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
‘Isn’t he a lovely sight?’ said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn’t say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud —‘fit to snore his head off!’ as Tweedledum remarked.
‘I’m afraid he’ll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,’ said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
‘He’s dreaming now,’ said Tweedledee: ‘and what do you think he’s dreaming about?’
Alice said ‘Nobody can guess that.’
‘Why, about you!’ Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. ‘And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you’d be?’
‘Where I am now, of course,’ said Alice.
‘Not you!’ Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. ‘You’d be nowhere. Why, you’re only a sort of thing in his dream!’
‘If that there King was to wake,’ added Tweedledum, ‘you’d go out — bang! — just like a candle!’
‘I shouldn’t!’ Alice exclaimed indignantly. ‘Besides, if I’m only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you, I should like to know?’
‘Ditto’ said Tweedledum.
‘Ditto, ditto’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn’t help saying, ‘Hush! You’ll be waking him, I’m afraid, if you make so much noise.’
‘Well, it no use your talking about waking him,’ said Tweedledum, ‘when you’re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you’re not real.’
‘I am real!’ said Alice and began to cry.
‘You won’t make yourself a bit realler by crying,’ Tweedledee remarked: ‘there’s nothing to cry about.’
‘If I wasn’t real,’ Alice said — half-laughing though her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous —‘I shouldn’t be able to cry.’
‘I hope you don’t suppose those are real tears?’ Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
--Charles Dodgson
No particular order:
- The Log Lady
- Candie
- Hawk
Candie is far more likely to tell you about the air-conditioning system in the casino.
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