I just spent the last ten hours sleeping, dreaming up the most absurd thing ever.
Cannot categorize it under a dream because it was too horrorcore, like 80's experimental horror, except taken to its maximum. I mean real fringe stuff. Stuff they make separate websites for since its too mature even for adults.
Cannot categorize it under nightmare because it was too cinematic, what with its wide angles, overhead shots, forced perspectives and locked on frames.
I keep coming back to Freud's popular quote," dreams are wish fulfillments." (obviously paraphrased).
And this is what bothers me. I don't watch a lot of movies with gore or ultra-violence, apart from those that are used to drive the plot, like A Clockwork Orange. This means that anything I dreamt of the previous night, I didn't draw from experience, it was completely original.
At first glance it felt similar to the 2000 hit 'Battle Royale'. All the contestants battling it out, in this living room-looking place. We were all trapped inside and forced to kill each other. Each one of us driven by fear. Also in the lot, were those who enjoyed the game truly and were less hindered by the circumstances, your standard morally-bad guy in every survival movie.
Now comes the worst part.
I knew every single one of the contestants. As in, they were all people I know, from real life. Usually, I dream up fictional characters from video games or recent Netflix entertainment. This time was different.
The one other time I dreamt up real people was in 10th grade, but that dream was fun. We did a school play and everything. I think it was based on Merchant of Venice. This was weird. It felt wrong, seeing their faces.
I can't go into any detail as I want to rid my memory of this event, and also because there are multiple people prefaced in this post that do read this blog. I will say this though, the weirdest part was when one old man was talking to a younger man amidst the violence. The old man had a cut on the inside of his throat, from having a blade inserted through his mouth (like those carnival acts), and couldn't speak really well apart from some gurgling that echoed words. The young man on the other hand, had his larynx ripped out, and had to prop his tongue against the roof of his mouth using his hands, just to speak. They became the impromptu narrators of the gore-fest.
I feel like this post might be a bit too eerie to put on the other blog, but I am forcing myself to, and so it shall upload there as well.
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