The Stuff our Nightmares Are Made Off

[wiseheart]

Sometimes my general bitterness manifests itself in truly disturbing nightmares. Too bad I only remember glimpses afterwards. Otherwise, I could write the stories, sell them, make people shit themselves with fear and become obscenely rich. Which would mean that I could quit my job, have a good life and all the time to write for my own pleasure, instead stealing the time from bothersome RL duties.

Interestingly enough, I'm usually not part of these nightmares. Not as myself, anyway. It's more like watching a very troublesome TV-series, identifying with one (or more) of the main characters and not being able to stop watching. Which is still the lesser evil, as these stories are really nerve-wrecking.

The last one I can vaguely remember was about some sort of totalitarian regime, with people breaking out of captivity (where they had suffered gruesome torture or were waiting for it to happen, I'm not sure anymore) and fleeing through catacombs and subterranean labyrinths, fighting impossible odds. I never learned the end of it and have no memories about the exact settings like time, place or whatnot.

Last night, it was your usual alien invasion story, with malevolent aliens in human form and the lone hero finding out about them and gathering allies. There was an aien agent whose bosses were not content with his headway and sentenced him to the "death train", whatever that was supposed to be. Someone of the human resistance, with an uncanny resemblance of the late Jimmy Doohan (Scotty as his old self for Trekkies), found out about said "Train" and warned the main hero to avoid the route where it was supposed to pass.

The hero didn't listen, of course (they never do, do they?) and the "Train" turned out as a caravan of mosntrous trucks that were somehow connected to each other. The alien agent who'd fallen in disgrace was trapped inside one of these trucks, plotting revenge against his own bosses.

Someone repeatedly pressed some very large switches - like pushing down the rear end of an entire car - and something was happening withing the "death train", something really bad, but I never learned what it was, exactly. I woke up when the first people started collapsing along the streed, deatd, with shotgun wounds.

A threapist would have his/her field day with these dreams, I guess. Which is the reason why I avoid them like the plague (aside from serious trust issues, that is). Why letting myself declared a certified nutcase when I just feel unappreciated - and a wee bit vengeful?

We've all descended from predators, which means that in all of us, there's the potential of a vicious killer. I'm lucky that my violent tendencies manifest themselves in such harmless ways. But today was the first time that I found the dream so disturbing that I wasn't able to get back to sleep.

IN other news, there's less than two weeks left from summer break. I haven't gotten done any of the creative work I intended to finish during this time. But at least I managed to order my LJ community archives a bit. Even if they get as ignored as everything else I do. When nothing else, I can prove that I haven't wasted my time completely.

Comments

[the-wild-iris.livejournal.com]

I think you have the right attitude towards dreams - your subconscious' way of approaching some problems and venting some emotions while you sleep. If they're disturbing you, you could perhaps try something like a v. mild sleep remedy or altering your sleeping pattern (I find that if I go to bed late and get up late then I seldom remember dreams).

The second dream sounds like a great plot for a novel, though :)

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

The second dream sounds like a great plot for a novel, though :)

Heh! If I knew what it actually was about. Sounds like a really bad rip-off of "First Wave" - which was a horrible show to begin with. *g*

To tell the truth, the first dream had more promise. It was a serial one that I had at least twice or thrice - a really tense story that would make me bite my nails, had I watched it on TV. Unfortunately, I forgot all about the settings, aside from the fact that they'd have made a great thriller.

[ithilwen.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, I'm jealous. I used to have vivid dreams as a child, but I never remember my dreams now, whether pleasant or unpleasant.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, I always dream a lot, but usually don't remember the dreams afterwards. Although there are recurring periods when I dream about being in the convent - or, to be more accurate, in some sort of convent - again.

[rcfinch.livejournal.com]

Well, the least I can say is that your dreams sound very interesting... But it's unpleasant when they're disturbing enough to keep you awake. I had two such dreams this summer, one actually resulting in a (mild) panic attack. I suppose it had something to do with the heat.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. But then they should come when it's actually hot, shouldn't they?

[rcfinch.livejournal.com]

It was when I had those dreams, but that could be a coincidence...

[jilba.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you are venting or dealing with emotions in your dreams, in harmless ways. I have a really strange one I have every couple of years in which I am a 10 year old school girl again, and I and my friends have to hide yellow and pink polka dotted camels under the school! No, I have no idea what it means.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

In my recurring ones, I usually can drive... *g*

[jilba.livejournal.com]

Lucky you. I can barely ride a bicycle in mine.