insomnia; creative endeavor or health risk?
i've been having a really hard time going to sleep lately. and an even worse time getting up in the morning. but boy have the dreams been interesting. i had a terrible dream the other night when i finally got to sleep around 4 or 5, basically it started out with me laying down being kinda tortured eep!
ok so ... i was laying on the floor of this one room apartment ... kinda dirty and stuff ... reminded me of something out of a nine inch nails video or something ... and there was that crazy eyed fat guy that's in a bunch of movies (i.e.: constantine, identity, etc.) and he was placing duct tape on my chest where there were 8 holes which had bullets in them. apparently i was shot 8 times but there was no blood and i wasn't in pain ... and i remember telling him not to put the tape on the holes because i was going to go to the hospital as soon as i could stand up. but i was kinda sedated so i couldn't move. there was another guy in the room that had the same thing going on ... the holes and what not ... he kinda looked like the guy who plays keen eddie ... but after this part of the dream, he wasn't in it.
the crazy eyed fat guy left the room/apartment ... apparently he just worked for someone and wasn't the actual villian ... the actual villian was a very dark skinned black man. he apparently put a voodoo curse on me ... so i was confused as to whether or not i was shot or the bullet were there because of the curse.
it was then a desperate search to find the voodoo guy so i could talk him out of this whole curse thing. i infiltrated his "lair" (which was just another apartment that looked very similar to the one i woke up in) where he did his practices ... turns out i wasn't as sneaky as i thought and it was all just to trap me in his apartment ... the rest of the details are fuzzy but i know i was trying to steal something from his apartment and then all of a sudden i'm driving around with my ex (about 75% of our relationship took place in a car so almost always when she's in dreams of mine we're in a car) and i tell her about how i got shot 8 times but she doesn't really seem to care ... she was more concerned about my driving. in my current state, apparently i wasn't very good at driving.
it was a really weird dream but the images it imprinted on my brain are really neat. i'd like to develop these ideas into either a movie or book or a series of art pieces or something. let me know what you think.