The Krueger
04/06/2011: 4/6/4
I want to get my writing done this morning.
I had a crazy, sadistic dream. What is it with Freddy Krueger? I have a secret fascination with him. Is it because he’s ugly or because he scared the shit out of me when I was 8 years old. Well, whatever the unconscious - covered from my view - captivation…there are plenty of fictional characters I’d rather be dreaming about.
How about Stone Barrington?! I like older men! And he can look however I choose - he’s a book character. Hey, last chronicles I read were the Sookie Stackhouse Novels. How about Eric?! Pretty yummy…and I don’t mean the guy on the T.V. Series - I’m talking about the one made up in my head…or the Tiger guy (whose name I’ve now forgotten).
Wow, it’s…whew…been 3 years since I read those books. I loved mostly every minute of it. It was a long journey with them all…and I was deeply saddened when I picked up the last book. Since then two more have appeared in the series …and it’s my choice not to read them. I don’t want to make time for escape right now.
Anyhow, the details of the dream are rather sparse. There was anger out lashed on his part. It was freaky. He even mutilated a little boy, I think…maybe a girl…because he was betrayed - or was it just because he or she was scared of Krueger? All too vague…now. We all kept transforming in age. We were in a school room too but it molted (molted…whatever…it’s the word the came to mind…not editing) into a bedroom every now and then.
Hell, I’m beginning to think that anyone in my dream - even the hundreds I’ve never met in waking life - are like…well, just me in different form. It’s never anyone else I’m really looking at. They are all just reflections of some character or personality trait of mine.
Oh and a weird pattern I’m noticing…and maybe it’s not weird…at all…but the names Eric and Michael are inundating my world. Ohhh…I guess those are just real common names but to be honest…those names were just not around my life until now….not even in college. What’s up with that?
I’ve never dated a Michael…but the last guy I dated - his name is Eric. Hmmmm…..Eric…he actually spelled it Eryk. I think about him…sometimes…but I don’t want to call him. We’re better off…
Anyway, I think it’s worth taking a look at. Earlier last year, I kept running in to people whose names started with the letter J. It was wild. But that’s just me…I like looking for patterns. I like to make them means something…however, a lot of time synchronicity is so intense…you can’t ignore it.
Like fasten your seat belts!!!!!!