My Cat Watching Me Watch Inception photo

Where I Experience The Alex Version of Inception

I finally watched the movie Inception. I wanted to see it when it first came out, then I forgot about it, then every article I read in December referenced it like some clumsy ploy to get me to watch it AND IT WORKED because I totally thought it was my idea until after I saw the movie.

If you’ve seen Inception, you’re already freaked out. If you haven’t, I’d suggest spending today in my archives. Or renting the movie. Because this post is about to make no sense.

The weirdest part was not watching a movie about infiltrating dreams and controlling them since I have been able to do that for a long time. (Control my dreams not yours. Probably. I was actually taught how to end my nightmares on positive notes. Like the police arresting the bad guy or I can suddenly fly. Having nightmares for most of my life, it’s pretty awesome)

The weirdest part was when my cat, Juno, got involved.

My Cat Watching Me Watch Inception photo
My cat watching me watch Inception.

I found it creepy enough to take a picture.

A week later, I wrote about how I have all these random photos whose stories I can’t remember, and I offhandedly remarks on how I need to start taking photos to remind me of why I’m taking photos to which my friend replies:

Inception Facebook status photo
In case you can't read her comment: Taking photos to remind you of why you took photos: It's like the Inception of Photography. Or something.

To which I responded by taking a screenshot of the exchange and saying I was taking a screenshot of the exchange.

Let’s review: I took a picture of a post to Facebook of a blog I wrote about taking pictures to remind myself of stories that I’ve already forgotten, to remind myself to of why I took a picture of my cat watching me watch Inception so I could blog about it. The “it” being the creepiness of my cat watching me watch Inception, but in reality, the “it” has become taking pictures of pictures of ideas of pictures of ideas.

If this even IS the reality. Haha. {help}

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

14 thoughts to “Where I Experience The Alex Version of Inception”

  1. When I saw the title of this post in my inbox I KNEW what it would be about…

    The cat is just icing on the cake. Creepy icing of awesomeness.

    Seriously. I want your cat.

    And maybe some cake.

  2. So, is there a creepy alternate version of Scott trapped and unhappy somewhere? I hope that version of Scott doesn’t read your blog.

  3. Wow, that’s amazing for two reasons. A) I actually followed what you were saying and the irony was awesome. 2) I was driving to school tody and thought about that movie and thought how cool it would be to be able to do that. I think I’m phycic.

  4. I am convinced cats cause things like Inception and Memento stuff.

    They have something.

    So it’s important to have pictures of it to remind you.

    Or something.

    Maybe I am not even real. Maybe I am just a glimmer in your cat’s eye.

    Or a tattoo on his paw.

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