I promise my next entry will have puppies and rainbows and lots of slash. This entry, however...
I had the most vaguely terrifying dream last night, all centered around the phrase "Black Balloon." Seriously, it was so creepy, and you probably don't want to hear any of this but I feel like I have to tell it anyways because it won't leave my brain.
Rather than being about one of my favorite Goo Goo Dolls songs, this dream turned the phrase "Black Balloon" into an unsettling news story about an abusive father who put his six daughters in some sort of cooler (alive) and set them floating through the sky carried by an enormous black helium balloon. I kept having this very vivid mental image of a this balloon, festooned with black streamers and such, drifting through a cloudless blue sky.
The next part of the dream involved me working with Oprah's team, for whatever reason (don't ask me to explain my subconscious, I really don't know), and we were on the scene in a parking lot where the balloon finally touched down. I'm pretty sure the father was in jail at this point. When the balloon was on the ground, I was crowded around it as the team opened the cooler and pulled out these neatly stacked five-year-old sextuplets. They weren't normal little girls, though - they were completely grey and black, and they were wearing classic little frilly dresses and bows in their hair, like six little ghosts from Victorian times. And the girl at the bottom of the cooler was dead.
I tend to be weirdly emotionally detached from my dreams - if I remember them, it takes a long time for me to process the images and have them evoke the feeling they generally would if they existed in real life. This is why I say that I don't have nightmares - even if I have a scary dream, I never feel scared until the danger is no longer immediate.
It took me until about now to completely realize that last night was possibly the creepiest dream I've ever had. I mean, I'll bet it would make an awesome horror story. But I'd rather not have it appearing in my subconscious like that. It seems like bad news.
Rather than being about one of my favorite Goo Goo Dolls songs, this dream turned the phrase "Black Balloon" into an unsettling news story about an abusive father who put his six daughters in some sort of cooler (alive) and set them floating through the sky carried by an enormous black helium balloon. I kept having this very vivid mental image of a this balloon, festooned with black streamers and such, drifting through a cloudless blue sky.
The next part of the dream involved me working with Oprah's team, for whatever reason (don't ask me to explain my subconscious, I really don't know), and we were on the scene in a parking lot where the balloon finally touched down. I'm pretty sure the father was in jail at this point. When the balloon was on the ground, I was crowded around it as the team opened the cooler and pulled out these neatly stacked five-year-old sextuplets. They weren't normal little girls, though - they were completely grey and black, and they were wearing classic little frilly dresses and bows in their hair, like six little ghosts from Victorian times. And the girl at the bottom of the cooler was dead.
I tend to be weirdly emotionally detached from my dreams - if I remember them, it takes a long time for me to process the images and have them evoke the feeling they generally would if they existed in real life. This is why I say that I don't have nightmares - even if I have a scary dream, I never feel scared until the danger is no longer immediate.
It took me until about now to completely realize that last night was possibly the creepiest dream I've ever had. I mean, I'll bet it would make an awesome horror story. But I'd rather not have it appearing in my subconscious like that. It seems like bad news.