Dream Log
I don't often dream, so it was a surprise that I did last night. Probably from my sleep/cold medicine but whatever.
Cassie and I were watching a movie. The movie started out with an middle-aged man at a door with a little girl behind him and an older girl at the door, there is dialogue through the whole thing but I can't remember it. It stayed that way for a bit then changed scenes to a living area. Same people, different roles. Then it switched again. And my memory grows fuzzy, I don't remember what each individual scene consists of. But it keeps rotating between the same scenes, with slight variations in each- the color of a notebook or what someone is wearing. And the scenes keep changing angles and keep flashing back and forth, getting quicker with less time spent on each scene until finally it is flashing between the scenes we've seen and scenes we haven't seen before. The one I remember the best is the older girl. She now has gauze around her neck and it's bleeding slightly. Flash to her with a hair stylist's mannequin submerged under ice water as she squeezes the neck and says "it won't stop. i can't make it stop" and then it's me going "I know how this will end, I don't want to watch it" and getting up to leave.
I know what dream interpreters would say, there's a lot of disconnect between my heart and my head, blah blah blah passion, blah blah scared of what my parents will say, I think I'm watching my life go by blah blah blah.
but I can trace almost every visual to something from my real life- watching movies all the time with Cassie, the shitty horror films and art house films I watch, and how I often walk out of the room when I know something is going to happen in a movie and I don't want to watch.
this has been a stupid post.
Cassie and I were watching a movie. The movie started out with an middle-aged man at a door with a little girl behind him and an older girl at the door, there is dialogue through the whole thing but I can't remember it. It stayed that way for a bit then changed scenes to a living area. Same people, different roles. Then it switched again. And my memory grows fuzzy, I don't remember what each individual scene consists of. But it keeps rotating between the same scenes, with slight variations in each- the color of a notebook or what someone is wearing. And the scenes keep changing angles and keep flashing back and forth, getting quicker with less time spent on each scene until finally it is flashing between the scenes we've seen and scenes we haven't seen before. The one I remember the best is the older girl. She now has gauze around her neck and it's bleeding slightly. Flash to her with a hair stylist's mannequin submerged under ice water as she squeezes the neck and says "it won't stop. i can't make it stop" and then it's me going "I know how this will end, I don't want to watch it" and getting up to leave.
I know what dream interpreters would say, there's a lot of disconnect between my heart and my head, blah blah blah passion, blah blah scared of what my parents will say, I think I'm watching my life go by blah blah blah.
but I can trace almost every visual to something from my real life- watching movies all the time with Cassie, the shitty horror films and art house films I watch, and how I often walk out of the room when I know something is going to happen in a movie and I don't want to watch.
this has been a stupid post.