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My Brain is an HD Feature Film on Acid
Jan. 20th, 2013 11:56 amThey are vivid scenes, and they are people you know -- but they aren't acting like people you know, and seem to have become characters in a play, or puppets controlled by some unknown master. The lab director in his work out clothing who smiles at you after you've all just crossed a huge bridge to get from one side of San Francisco to the other, even though the city is not split by water. The supervisor in a dark room with vague lights who nuzzles you like you are all cats. The college friends you desperately want to join for one last dinner, because then you will never see them again -- but you have to eat with your grandparents.
The scenarios feel real, and are so vivid and colourful you could reach out and touch them. But in every one, something isn't right. The bright sunny day in San Francisco, with that giant bridge that is so steep pedestrians can barely walk on it, yet it's a pedestrian-only bridge. Roads spread out to either side, with trees and no signs of buildings except for houses. There's a huge stone wall and in front of it a group of kids are doing swimming exercises, but while standing, not in the water. The sidewalk is so narrow and there are so many people that you spill into the road, but it doesn't matter since the bridge is pedestrian only, even if it could fit cars.
Scenes switch without sense -- struggling to find your way home from San Francisco, but no matter what turn you take you just get more lost, and the GPS isn't rerouting, and you're 49 miles from the turn it wants you to take and you're crying and trying to reroute it without crashing the car and thinking THIS, THIS is why you use the iPhone instead--
You are walking somewhere when a former friend from high school, one of the abusive ones, grabs you and begins to beat you up, and you jump into the pool to escape but they follow you and try to drown you, and you fight free but now you have black eyes of horrifying proportions, one blow having not only turned the skin black but sunken in your eye. Your coworkers are horrified and worried but you don't know what to say, and when you go to walk to your car, there she is again, waiting--
It all spins around in your head until you wake up and think "College friends, I never got to see them before leaving -- No wait, I did, I did, I hugged Neil before we parted and was worried because he seemed so sad--"
And you're sweating in bed, and it's 11:40AM, and you get up and write it all on Dreamwidth because the weird dreams are back, my friends.
The weird dreams are back.
The scenarios feel real, and are so vivid and colourful you could reach out and touch them. But in every one, something isn't right. The bright sunny day in San Francisco, with that giant bridge that is so steep pedestrians can barely walk on it, yet it's a pedestrian-only bridge. Roads spread out to either side, with trees and no signs of buildings except for houses. There's a huge stone wall and in front of it a group of kids are doing swimming exercises, but while standing, not in the water. The sidewalk is so narrow and there are so many people that you spill into the road, but it doesn't matter since the bridge is pedestrian only, even if it could fit cars.
Scenes switch without sense -- struggling to find your way home from San Francisco, but no matter what turn you take you just get more lost, and the GPS isn't rerouting, and you're 49 miles from the turn it wants you to take and you're crying and trying to reroute it without crashing the car and thinking THIS, THIS is why you use the iPhone instead--
You are walking somewhere when a former friend from high school, one of the abusive ones, grabs you and begins to beat you up, and you jump into the pool to escape but they follow you and try to drown you, and you fight free but now you have black eyes of horrifying proportions, one blow having not only turned the skin black but sunken in your eye. Your coworkers are horrified and worried but you don't know what to say, and when you go to walk to your car, there she is again, waiting--
It all spins around in your head until you wake up and think "College friends, I never got to see them before leaving -- No wait, I did, I did, I hugged Neil before we parted and was worried because he seemed so sad--"
And you're sweating in bed, and it's 11:40AM, and you get up and write it all on Dreamwidth because the weird dreams are back, my friends.
The weird dreams are back.
