Tuesday, August 23, 2011

What the aitch, ee, double hockey sticks?!?!

Two nights running now, I've had these weird, violent, gory, slasher movie-type dreams.  I have no idea where they are coming from...

On Sunday night, the dream started out in a sort of orphanage/girls' school kind of set-up (I forget the details now.) It was one of those dreams where I was both the protagonist and the viewer. If I'm remembering correctly, my character was a bit over-weight and sort of the misunderstood weird type.  It was all fine until someone said something that I construed as "they are out to get me"; and then the carnage started.  I whipped out a weapon something like a delicately headed axe with a long handle, that had a razor sharp edge.  I basically went through the building, slitting everyone's throats.  That was the whole dream - just moving through halls and rooms (like a first-person shooter game) killing people. I used the weapon variously depending on the situation, but it was always a throat cut and the dream spent a lot of time on blood spatter.  Like living in a Frank Miller comic.  The dream didn't end so much as I just woke up. And there was almost no emotional content - no rage, fear, disgust, grief, shame... nothing.

And of course, now that I've started typing, I can't remember last night's dream at all.  How frustrating! I do remember quite clearly the alarm going off this morning and thinking, "Again? We have a theme."

I'll come back and edit this if I remember.  The whole thing is just weird though.

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