With the snowing...!
Nov. 27th, 2004 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terrieYeah! Snow! (Hey, I LIKE snow). Stupid global warming. Snow is supposed to arrive before Thanksgiving, not after. Still, nice to see the world back on track. You know, if wer'd elected Kerry, I bet the snow would have arrived on time.
I don't want kids. Ever. So when I had two dreams about having a baby (though, in one, I knew I had to give it up for adoption, because I couldn't be a decent mother), I was starting to get worried. Not about actually being preggers (I'm busy. Who has time for sex?), but that I was about to have some sort of crisis of faith or something.
So, imagine my relief when my dreams returned to "normal." The other night I dreamt that some guy was trying to convince me to go to a horror movie. It was some avant-garde, artistic version of a horror movie, but... I'm not a huge horror fan. So I kept telling him no, saying movies designed to give me nightmares weren't my idea of a good time. He kept pushing me to go, saying that since Rosemary's Baby and the Exorcist didn't scare me, I'd be fine. One of those odd dream moments, where other people know things they shouldn't. Mr. imaginary person with no name then shoves a free ticket into my hand and drags me along.
What follows is half-Rocky Horror, half just horror. A bunch of people sit at tiny tables in a ware-house like space. The film images are strange. A guy with a swastika carved into his chest injecting himself with a dead man's blood, the corpse laying at his feet. A guy raped with a lightbulb. Women in dresses made of newspaper, smoking in a doorway as they seek their missing children. My mind is a strange, strange place.
The warehouse where we're watching the film turns out to be an after-hours office building. We head up to a roof-top retaurant, arguing about who gets to eat there this week. The sun is coming up and we have to go before the building opens up again. We're not supposed to be there after all... Outside the building is a huge empty field. We're in the middle of nowhere.
We end up back at somebodies house and tramp up the stairs to... it's an attic, but more like an indoor balcony tucked upder the roof. There are about two or three staircases going up. We grab boffer equipment and head back downstairs to... We're now in the interior of a barn.
I don't want kids. Ever. So when I had two dreams about having a baby (though, in one, I knew I had to give it up for adoption, because I couldn't be a decent mother), I was starting to get worried. Not about actually being preggers (I'm busy. Who has time for sex?), but that I was about to have some sort of crisis of faith or something.
So, imagine my relief when my dreams returned to "normal." The other night I dreamt that some guy was trying to convince me to go to a horror movie. It was some avant-garde, artistic version of a horror movie, but... I'm not a huge horror fan. So I kept telling him no, saying movies designed to give me nightmares weren't my idea of a good time. He kept pushing me to go, saying that since Rosemary's Baby and the Exorcist didn't scare me, I'd be fine. One of those odd dream moments, where other people know things they shouldn't. Mr. imaginary person with no name then shoves a free ticket into my hand and drags me along.
What follows is half-Rocky Horror, half just horror. A bunch of people sit at tiny tables in a ware-house like space. The film images are strange. A guy with a swastika carved into his chest injecting himself with a dead man's blood, the corpse laying at his feet. A guy raped with a lightbulb. Women in dresses made of newspaper, smoking in a doorway as they seek their missing children. My mind is a strange, strange place.
The warehouse where we're watching the film turns out to be an after-hours office building. We head up to a roof-top retaurant, arguing about who gets to eat there this week. The sun is coming up and we have to go before the building opens up again. We're not supposed to be there after all... Outside the building is a huge empty field. We're in the middle of nowhere.
We end up back at somebodies house and tramp up the stairs to... it's an attic, but more like an indoor balcony tucked upder the roof. There are about two or three staircases going up. We grab boffer equipment and head back downstairs to... We're now in the interior of a barn.
