Saturday, May 07, 2011

A Wonderful Thing Gone Horribly Wrong

    Things should be good today, they should be real good.  I don't have to work.  I got to sort of sleep in.  I had a wonderful evening yesterday.  It is a beautiful morning outside, and it is shaping up to be the nicest day of the year.  All that being said, I am still feeling a little bit amiss, just a little disturbed.  And it is all because of the dream that I had last night.
     It was a dream that by all right should have been a good dream.  A very good dream.  I am not going to get into any details in order to protect the innocent, but let's just suffice it to say that it was an adult themed dream, okay?  But it was so much more than that.  It was also one of those dreams that you wake up from, and then begins again once you lie back down.  Oh yeah.  I drank a lot of water before I went to bed so I had to get up and pee like three times, and each time I laid back down this dream picked back up where it had left off, almost like the front part of my brain was telling the back part of my brain that it wanted to see what the conclusion would be.  It was like having intermissions in a movie.
      Anyway, like I said, me being a twenty-something male this should have been a good dream.  A really good dream.  Except it has sort of left me feeling uneasy mainly because of the way the people in my dream were acting.  They were acting so out of character for the people as I know them, that it actually turned out to be more disturbing than anything.  I don't know how to describe it.  It was almost like one of those dark horror movies that were popular like five years ago, where someone becomes possessed by evil somehow and they turn into just a naughty version of themselves.  That is what it was like.  And the set and lighting seemed to fit that theme as well, which is especially strange since all I watched before I went to bed was The Golden Girls, and I can assure you that Bea Arthur wasn't one of the people in my dream.
     I am not sure what it was that set this off, but I am sure that the spicy meat pizza that I had to eat just a couple of hours before bed had something to do with it.  That is why they always say on TV "no more pepperoni pizza before bed for me!" and things like that.  It's true, that shit'll fuck you up.  I can attest to that.  Because that dream will haunt me forever, or at least for the rest of the day.  It should have and could have been a truly wonderful thing, but it ended up going horribly, horribly wrong somehow.

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