Sunday, 20 March 2011 10:16 pm
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deckardcanineWow, my nightmare of last night was one of my scariest ever. I was actually reluctant to go back to sleep afterward (well before dawn). Funny thing is, I didn't have a sense of danger for myself or anyone I knew this time. It felt like I'd been watching a pseudo-documentary horror movie in IMAX. To be precise, body horror. Think I'll spare you the details I've retained.
Why did I have it? I rarely watch horror, and the last time was quite a while ago. Sure, I've thought back on The Thing and some werewolf movies in the last month, but not so intensely. Heck, they barely chilled me the first time. And I haven't been having anxiety over my body image or anyone else's. Or anything else, really.
There's just no accounting for dreams.
Why did I have it? I rarely watch horror, and the last time was quite a while ago. Sure, I've thought back on The Thing and some werewolf movies in the last month, but not so intensely. Heck, they barely chilled me the first time. And I haven't been having anxiety over my body image or anyone else's. Or anything else, really.
There's just no accounting for dreams.