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).
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9tqwizCioH3vPGya7t-mx2TAQSvR3vRnzruEnBlQCsT1YCS8-wC6g2OVjEJXhUbFkv4bmYipFm9Ci3yii-1ppzPnrPzY39hUcRbI3xyKuXpTLxG-0Z_BY18Eqi5D8gXnd_Vz/s320/ceramica.jpg)
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).
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9tqwizCioH3vPGya7t-mx2TAQSvR3vRnzruEnBlQCsT1YCS8-wC6g2OVjEJXhUbFkv4bmYipFm9Ci3yii-1ppzPnrPzY39hUcRbI3xyKuXpTLxG-0Z_BY18Eqi5D8gXnd_Vz/s320/ceramica.jpg)
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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