I’m trying to start 2013 off on the right foot, blogging-wise. Here’s a recollection of a short but crazy creation of my sleeping subconscious last night.
Dream: I am starring in a stage production of Little Shop of Horrors as Seymour Krelborn. I know. So, I’m doing the show, and suddenly, the orchestra comes to a crashing halt (yes, full orchestra!), and I hear some yowling offstage. A shadow appears, and makes his way into the stage lights: it’s my horrifyingly human-sized cat (also named Seymour in real life, ironically), dressed up as Puss in Boots from Shrek (which I’ve never seen). He strides over to me, jabs a paw/claw into my chest, and yells in a thick New Yawk accent, “That is MY paht!” I give him a petrified look, and wake up.
Happy 2013, y’all.
Ever since the nightmare I had two weeks ago, I’ve been having some ridiculous dreams. None of them have been remotely as scary as that one was, but they have been wild nonetheless.
I usually am not much of a dream-rememberer. I awake with fleeting images of what took place in my subconscious, and by the time I enter the shower five minutes later, those images are gone completely.
Last night, however, I had a terrifying nightmare that I remember frame-by-frame. I have transcribed it into story form, taking care not to embellish wherever possible. I wish I could say I was making this up, but I certainly did not. This isn’t exactly an award-winning piece of storytelling, as the melodrama is nigh-suffocating, but it’s what my crazy-ass subconscious managed to come up with. Without further ado… Continue reading