my subconscious has gone mad
so…
twice this week i’ve had dreams i’m a serial killer.
ok, not like me, the person i am right now, decides to go ape-shit and start killing people. that’d be even more disturbing. they’re what i call “movie dreams.” it’s much more like i’m watching a movie/playing a FPS than a dream where i am the main character.
the first one was a stephen king novel. i was this random taxi driver/chauffer who took people from … the airport? the bus stop? i dunno, the scenes always start in the car, and take them to their vacation homes far up in the mountains (like maine or seattle or something). lots of trees and hills and darkness. you know, a stephen king novel. everybody likes me well enough (oh, i’m being played by robin williams when he’s generally nice, but kinda creepy) but every once in a while one of the women upsets me and i go all lenny of mice and men on them and dump their bodies. the “cool part” was that nobody knew it was me (not even me, thanks to clever camera work) until the very end of the dream, because who would suspect the lovable character actor who’s always got a fun story to tell you on your way to your vacation home?
the second dream was a bit more american psycho in feeling, but only ended up that way. it started as a video game that i “fell into” and then got bored with apparently. i think i may end up turning it into a short story, if only i can figure out how to work around the robot. it involved much knife stabbing and rampaging. there should have been copious amounts of blood, but the hero (this time played by one of those anemic young emo-types) seemed to remain completely free of spatters. i haven’t decided if that’s because it’s all in his head or because he’s so batshit he doesn’t realize he’s walking around in the blood of his victims and thinks everything is perfectly fine, or if it’ll end with him just getting away with it “like he always does” because being rich and privileged has its advantages.
so yeah….i’m wondering if all this stress has gotten to me so severely and i have no other output that my subconscious is taking the hit for me.
isn’t it sweet?
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