Another weird dream last night. The first half had something to do with a natural disaster, I think. I know that I was standing at my door, looking out to towards the end of my street, where I noticed a huge wall of water. It wasn’t rushing towards the house, but had stopped at the end of my street, as though it was waiting for something. For what? I have no clue. Weirdest part was when my family and neighbors – excluding me – decided it was a good idea to run out and wave to the…wave. Thinking this odd, like I am now, I could see into the now transparent block of water. And I saw many dolphins. Just dolphins, swimming around while everyone I knew gathered to marvel at the spectacle. Okay, because that’s normal…
Then the dream switched. Or I woke up, hit snooze and fell back to sleep, into another dream. This time, I found myself stuck in a mine or labyrinth with two people I recognized and a few randos I’ve probably only talked to once or twice before. We were on a mission of some sort, equipped with various blunt objects and garden tools. (Can you see where this is going?) Hunting Zombies. Or fighting them. Either way, they weren’t on our side, and we had weapons. One person in the group thought that they were actually trying to negotiate peace. That person was deemed as a fool. There’s no happy medium when it comes to the cannibals who’ve already died. I’m not really sure how I wound up back in my garage, asking my dad to help me find zombie-killing tools, when I had just been underground – but hey, that’s the subconscious for you. I made it back to the group, somehow, before the battle commenced. Then I woke up.
So, Zombies again. Seriously, what’s with me having dreams about the undead? Or living dead, for that matter. I couldn’t help but feel like I was caught in between scenes of Dawn of the Dead/Night of the Living Dead, The Descent, and The Mummy. I feel like it would be a stretch to try to interpret this. So I won’t.
In continuing my dream/subconscious thought theme, I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again. Michel Gondry, you are a master of messing with my mind. This time, though, it really got to me. I’m slightly wounded after watching it. Hopefully, I’ll get better, but it left me more pensive than I should be in the morning. I have to ask: If given the chance, would you ever erase someone from your memory, because you got bored, or because you were desperate to start over? How much of your life would you be erasing, based on the person?
See what I mean? I’m thought-provoked, and it’s distracting.
Something else that’s distracting: SNOW. Winter’s coming. Everyone’s already putting it in their Facebook status. Better bring out the mittens, heavy coats, drink hot chocolate with marshmallows, tell fire-side stories, snuggle in your snuggies, and sing carols. And don’t forget to snow-suit up!