Goddamn Nightmares.
I hate nightmares.
The hell of it is that I can't explain what was so scary about it. It just was.
I was in a movie theater with my friends, going to see a movie adapted from a book that you, the_xtina, had written. I have no idea what it was supposed to be about, though oddly enough I know that it was a thick book. Anyway, not so bad.
Then the horrible pre-movie music turned to Art Garfunkel's "Bright Eyes", and I leaped out of my seat and ran out of the theater before the first verse was even finished. It was playing in the lobby, too, so I ran outside. And it was still playing. I couldn't get away from it.
This is playing into two fears; first, the fear of movie theaters in general, which I dislike. Second, the fear of that fucking song, which creeps the ever-loving shit out of me.
I downloaded it the other night and listened to it, just to see if I got a response, and I didn't. It was a very different mix than the one in Watership Down, and while still identifiably eerie, it was just sort of "meh."
My subconscious clearly disagrees and is now using it to terrify me.
So now I'm wide awake after five hours of sleep, with my hackles up, and the horrible, sneaking suspicion that someone I know is going to die.
Fuck you, Art Garfunkel. Fuck you and the undead zombie rabbit you rode in on.
The hell of it is that I can't explain what was so scary about it. It just was.
I was in a movie theater with my friends, going to see a movie adapted from a book that you, the_xtina, had written. I have no idea what it was supposed to be about, though oddly enough I know that it was a thick book. Anyway, not so bad.
Then the horrible pre-movie music turned to Art Garfunkel's "Bright Eyes", and I leaped out of my seat and ran out of the theater before the first verse was even finished. It was playing in the lobby, too, so I ran outside. And it was still playing. I couldn't get away from it.
This is playing into two fears; first, the fear of movie theaters in general, which I dislike. Second, the fear of that fucking song, which creeps the ever-loving shit out of me.
I downloaded it the other night and listened to it, just to see if I got a response, and I didn't. It was a very different mix than the one in Watership Down, and while still identifiably eerie, it was just sort of "meh."
My subconscious clearly disagrees and is now using it to terrify me.
So now I'm wide awake after five hours of sleep, with my hackles up, and the horrible, sneaking suspicion that someone I know is going to die.
Fuck you, Art Garfunkel. Fuck you and the undead zombie rabbit you rode in on.