sable_twilight (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sable_twilight) wrote,@ 2008-03-07 11:09:00 |
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Gods I hate zombies
The past couple night I've been having unpleasant dreams. I would not call them bad dreams, since their quality was very good. A lot of imagery and color and even some sound a sort of a plot. Nor would I consider them nightmares, since a nightmare to me is a dream where I feel totally powerless and out of controls.
These were just... not pleasant.
And I only have myself to blame. Not because I've been watching scary movies or reading scary books or anything like that. No, I sort of challenged my unconscious/higher self to dreg up something that actually scared me, or at least made me uncomfortable. Just one of those questions of what do I have down in there. And I seem to have stepped up.
Thursday night I initially got something about having to save some one in a building filling up with toxic gas. When I didn't seem to balk at that, and even wanted to go back in to find more people, I got one of those searching for important homework dreams. In this case it was in my backpack, which I had left in a computer lab on campus, but I could not find an elevator to take me to the floor the lab was on. The dream was more frustrating than anything else.
Last night the dark recesses of my mind threw zombies at me. I really hate zombies. Zombie movies are really the only sort of horror movies that unnerve me anymore, and yet I still love them. There is just something about a disease a really high transmitability and 100% virulence, that can be transmitted through something as simple as a scratch or bite, and that leaves its victims on this state of perpetual, semi-mindless undead in which leaves the soul eternally trapped, unable to move on that really chills me.
I do think it is interesting how zombies freak me out and vampires don't. I think it has to do with control and mental capacity. A vampire is self aware and has self control. They have choice and can shape there own destinies; zombies, not so much. Also vampires stand apart from the herd. When one becomes a zombie, self identity and uniqueness fade, you become just another mindless drone and the primary goal now is to make everyone the same.
I didn't have just one type of zombie I had to deal with. I wound up pulling elements from a number of different sources – Resident Evil, 28 Days Later, Dead Rising, the Romero flicks, even a little from I am Legend.
I think was most interesting about my dream was that I was not powerless in the dream. I struggled, yes, and there was a lot of reaction to circumstances, but I was actively working on gathering the recourses I needed to survive and making plans on how to use the resources I had. When I could, I fought back, and when I could not fight back directly, I used cunning and wits to survive. Really, it all played out like some sort of movie. I would not say the best of movies, but still very movie like.
There was some part of me definitely watching from the sidelines and fixing elements or occurrences I didn't like while still allowing the over all dream to continue. Twice in my dream I was bit on my left shin. And both times that watching self stepped in for a moment and rewrote the injuries to be little more than surface scrapes that didn’t break skin.
So really not nightmares, but just challenging dreams that get my mind to working about what is really going on in there. I wonder if I have much more to look forward to and if my mind is going to push things even further in my night escapades.
The past couple night I've been having unpleasant dreams. I would not call them bad dreams, since their quality was very good. A lot of imagery and color and even some sound a sort of a plot. Nor would I consider them nightmares, since a nightmare to me is a dream where I feel totally powerless and out of controls.
These were just... not pleasant.
And I only have myself to blame. Not because I've been watching scary movies or reading scary books or anything like that. No, I sort of challenged my unconscious/higher self to dreg up something that actually scared me, or at least made me uncomfortable. Just one of those questions of what do I have down in there. And I seem to have stepped up.
Thursday night I initially got something about having to save some one in a building filling up with toxic gas. When I didn't seem to balk at that, and even wanted to go back in to find more people, I got one of those searching for important homework dreams. In this case it was in my backpack, which I had left in a computer lab on campus, but I could not find an elevator to take me to the floor the lab was on. The dream was more frustrating than anything else.
Last night the dark recesses of my mind threw zombies at me. I really hate zombies. Zombie movies are really the only sort of horror movies that unnerve me anymore, and yet I still love them. There is just something about a disease a really high transmitability and 100% virulence, that can be transmitted through something as simple as a scratch or bite, and that leaves its victims on this state of perpetual, semi-mindless undead in which leaves the soul eternally trapped, unable to move on that really chills me.
I do think it is interesting how zombies freak me out and vampires don't. I think it has to do with control and mental capacity. A vampire is self aware and has self control. They have choice and can shape there own destinies; zombies, not so much. Also vampires stand apart from the herd. When one becomes a zombie, self identity and uniqueness fade, you become just another mindless drone and the primary goal now is to make everyone the same.
I didn't have just one type of zombie I had to deal with. I wound up pulling elements from a number of different sources – Resident Evil, 28 Days Later, Dead Rising, the Romero flicks, even a little from I am Legend.
I think was most interesting about my dream was that I was not powerless in the dream. I struggled, yes, and there was a lot of reaction to circumstances, but I was actively working on gathering the recourses I needed to survive and making plans on how to use the resources I had. When I could, I fought back, and when I could not fight back directly, I used cunning and wits to survive. Really, it all played out like some sort of movie. I would not say the best of movies, but still very movie like.
There was some part of me definitely watching from the sidelines and fixing elements or occurrences I didn't like while still allowing the over all dream to continue. Twice in my dream I was bit on my left shin. And both times that watching self stepped in for a moment and rewrote the injuries to be little more than surface scrapes that didn’t break skin.
So really not nightmares, but just challenging dreams that get my mind to working about what is really going on in there. I wonder if I have much more to look forward to and if my mind is going to push things even further in my night escapades.
