martes, mayo 13, 2008
Nightmare scene
Thank you, weird mind of mine. Not looking forward to seeing what you will dream up for me tonight.
There is a little girl. She is a bit of a cripple (sorry, I meant "disabled". No, I meant "motionally challenged"--or actually, let's leave it at cripple; a Dickensian dream deserves a Dickensian vocabulary), so she has to wear big fuzzy slippers, and she walks with a limp. Her dad is a humble worker with a generic flat cap and they both enjoy going to the museum, she on his shoulders, like a Tiny Tim. She loves the room with ceramic figurines and al fresco renaissance paintings. They spend hours there, looking at figurines, paintings and wood carvings.
Then there is a blurry scene with a big red car and for some reason, her father loses his job. It doesn't seem to bad, though (thank you, mind), because he gets a job right away at the museum, working in the ceramic room, and she happily goes to visit him.
And then the nightmare begins!! I become fused with the characters and all the figurines, led by an old lady in a nightmare and cap, develop two terrifying characteristics: 1. They are evil and chase me/him/her, and I/he/she can't get away, and 2. (And this is honestly ONE OF THE FREAKIEST THINGS I've ever seen) they all lose their eyes, which become holes. As they are hollow I can see their little white shaped insides and at the same time a black evil void that is the emptiness of their eyes.
The lady-figurine starts pulling me/him/her/us and I/he/she/we bite her; she is surprisingly soft and stretchy, and actually doesn't taste bad. And as this happens I hear a narrator saying "As he bites her, he knows he will win, but at the same time he knows that he will always carry with him a bit of that hollowness."
*shiver*
And here is an approach to the idea, which of course in "real nightmare life" is much, much more scary (and with much, much better special effects).
Thank you, weird mind of mine. Not looking forward to seeing what you will dream up for me tonight.
There is a little girl. She is a bit of a cripple (sorry, I meant "disabled". No, I meant "motionally challenged"--or actually, let's leave it at cripple; a Dickensian dream deserves a Dickensian vocabulary), so she has to wear big fuzzy slippers, and she walks with a limp. Her dad is a humble worker with a generic flat cap and they both enjoy going to the museum, she on his shoulders, like a Tiny Tim. She loves the room with ceramic figurines and al fresco renaissance paintings. They spend hours there, looking at figurines, paintings and wood carvings.
Then there is a blurry scene with a big red car and for some reason, her father loses his job. It doesn't seem to bad, though (thank you, mind), because he gets a job right away at the museum, working in the ceramic room, and she happily goes to visit him.
And then the nightmare begins!! I become fused with the characters and all the figurines, led by an old lady in a nightmare and cap, develop two terrifying characteristics: 1. They are evil and chase me/him/her, and I/he/she can't get away, and 2. (And this is honestly ONE OF THE FREAKIEST THINGS I've ever seen) they all lose their eyes, which become holes. As they are hollow I can see their little white shaped insides and at the same time a black evil void that is the emptiness of their eyes.
The lady-figurine starts pulling me/him/her/us and I/he/she/we bite her; she is surprisingly soft and stretchy, and actually doesn't taste bad. And as this happens I hear a narrator saying "As he bites her, he knows he will win, but at the same time he knows that he will always carry with him a bit of that hollowness."
*shiver*
And here is an approach to the idea, which of course in "real nightmare life" is much, much more scary (and with much, much better special effects).
Etiquetas: saquen el diccionario de sueños, tengo miedo, ya soy como Stephen King
Comments:
En un divertido ejercicio de autoanálisis, podrías tú misma interpretar tu sueño: a quién te recuerda la niña, con quién asocias al papá, a la lady-figurine, qué lugares relacionas al escenario del sueño, cómo te sentías cuando los figurines te cazaban y te empujaban, a qué le tenías miedo, como qué metáforas de tu vida estarían de tras de las distintas imágenes: los ojos que se caen, las mordidas, lo que dice el narrador, etc. Es decir, si este sueño pudiera hablarte, qué crees que te diría...
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