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brigdhI had a dream the other night, and I feel the need to share it with you all, because it pretty aptly demonstrates how I am like no one else I know.
I dreamed that I was sleeping in bed, at night- which I suppose is a fairly realistic place for a dream to begin- when someone opened the door, waking me. I froze, waiting to see if it was my roommate or someone else, and they froze too, waiting to see if anyone had woken up. After a moment, they pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside, and I could see that it was someone much taller and broader than any roommate I'd ever had, and a knife in his free hand glinted in a thread of light from my window. I was silent and motionless for another breath while I planned out what to do, and then I jumped to my feet on the bed, grabbed my pillow in my right hand and yanked the metal table lamp (the sort like in the Pixar logo) off the table next to my bed with my left hand. I remember a vivid image of the cord snapping, I grabbed it so hard. And then I launched myself at the burglar/rapist/murderer, tangling the knife in the pillow and knocking him down, and beat him over the head with the lamp until he stopped moving.
And because apparently even in dreams I'm concerned with the boring details of the aftermath, I then did things like send my roommates behind locked doors and called the police and parents, and watched the guy to make sure he wouldn't wake up and escape.
But none of that was the actual scary part of the dream. It turned out that I'd accidentally killed the guy, and I had to go to court for it. I felt guilty about it, but was worrying a lot more about how to get out of it without going to jail. I remember trying to come up with ways to trick the jury into thinking of me as a sweet, innocent, little girl, and I even went shopping to get a flower-patterned dress that was vaguely reminiscent of Little House on the Prairie. The dream ended while I was standing in front of the mirror the day the trail was supposed to start, worrying if the ponytails would seem like too much.
Now, tell me I'm not the only person in the world whose nightmares end in court for beating the monsters too well.
I dreamed that I was sleeping in bed, at night- which I suppose is a fairly realistic place for a dream to begin- when someone opened the door, waking me. I froze, waiting to see if it was my roommate or someone else, and they froze too, waiting to see if anyone had woken up. After a moment, they pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside, and I could see that it was someone much taller and broader than any roommate I'd ever had, and a knife in his free hand glinted in a thread of light from my window. I was silent and motionless for another breath while I planned out what to do, and then I jumped to my feet on the bed, grabbed my pillow in my right hand and yanked the metal table lamp (the sort like in the Pixar logo) off the table next to my bed with my left hand. I remember a vivid image of the cord snapping, I grabbed it so hard. And then I launched myself at the burglar/rapist/murderer, tangling the knife in the pillow and knocking him down, and beat him over the head with the lamp until he stopped moving.
And because apparently even in dreams I'm concerned with the boring details of the aftermath, I then did things like send my roommates behind locked doors and called the police and parents, and watched the guy to make sure he wouldn't wake up and escape.
But none of that was the actual scary part of the dream. It turned out that I'd accidentally killed the guy, and I had to go to court for it. I felt guilty about it, but was worrying a lot more about how to get out of it without going to jail. I remember trying to come up with ways to trick the jury into thinking of me as a sweet, innocent, little girl, and I even went shopping to get a flower-patterned dress that was vaguely reminiscent of Little House on the Prairie. The dream ended while I was standing in front of the mirror the day the trail was supposed to start, worrying if the ponytails would seem like too much.
Now, tell me I'm not the only person in the world whose nightmares end in court for beating the monsters too well.
