Pride & Prejudice - that well known horror film
That isn't supposed to be a not-so-subtle criticism of Keira Knightly's acting in the latest remake of P&P. The whole thing was actually very good. I did, however, come home & have nightmares of the kind which I certainly wouldn't watch if they were a movie, so what my unconscious is trying to tell me, I don't know.
One of my friends believes - or says he believes, which is close enough when you're having a 'healthy debate' - that dreams let you look into another world, and I can sort of see why he thinks that. Aside from wondering where it got the ideas, it is rather unsettling to think that my own mind files murderers who put bits of their victims in sandwiches, people who think cake is a good filling for a bread roll, mutilated paedophiles, and small children being sick on me under "Tonight's Entertainment".
So I'm awake and grumpy with lack of sleep, and also grudgingly impressed: the mind is a wonderous thing with which to scare the bejesus out of oneself. I'm particularly curious to know why it thought that I wouldn't notice the addition of a massive key pad to my light switch - but maybe it was trying to give me an out, and let me wake up, to this world where turning on lights don't require a code, and no one's thrown up on me in months.
Having nightmares is the sort of thing I thought I would have grown out of by now. It seems very childish to not be able to roll over and dismiss the conjurations of darkness, but I can't, usually, without some reminder of the wonderful world of normal. As a kid, I used to use Enid Blyton, but one of the rewarding things about having a screwed up sleeping pattern - and being an adult - is that I can go have chocolate cake for breakfast instead.
One of my friends believes - or says he believes, which is close enough when you're having a 'healthy debate' - that dreams let you look into another world, and I can sort of see why he thinks that. Aside from wondering where it got the ideas, it is rather unsettling to think that my own mind files murderers who put bits of their victims in sandwiches, people who think cake is a good filling for a bread roll, mutilated paedophiles, and small children being sick on me under "Tonight's Entertainment".
So I'm awake and grumpy with lack of sleep, and also grudgingly impressed: the mind is a wonderous thing with which to scare the bejesus out of oneself. I'm particularly curious to know why it thought that I wouldn't notice the addition of a massive key pad to my light switch - but maybe it was trying to give me an out, and let me wake up, to this world where turning on lights don't require a code, and no one's thrown up on me in months.
Having nightmares is the sort of thing I thought I would have grown out of by now. It seems very childish to not be able to roll over and dismiss the conjurations of darkness, but I can't, usually, without some reminder of the wonderful world of normal. As a kid, I used to use Enid Blyton, but one of the rewarding things about having a screwed up sleeping pattern - and being an adult - is that I can go have chocolate cake for breakfast instead.