I watched Lis Miserables (the 1998 Liam Neeson/Claire Danes one) on cable this afternoon then took a nap right after. During the nap, I dreamed I was watching like some sort of Part II to the movie. That happens to me every so often: I watch a movie whose ending is so dissatisfying that I end up dreaming up a new ending to it. Seriously, that movie didn't end the way I remember Victor Hugo's book (the translated & abridged version, of course). But then again, I'm finding out that I've got no ability to remember the real plot of books I read when I was younger; the plot gets messed up and I only remember what my brain wants to (case in point: Fellowship of the Ring).