A month or so ago I watched David Lynch's Mulholland Dr. I've always been fascinated by the dream world, but that movie really pointed out just how fucked up dreams can be sometimes.
A couple nights ago I had one of the most horribly vivid dreams.
It started off with me and some friends playing around with samurai swords. A friend and I were pretending to fight each other, but he accidentally decapitated me and sliced my torso away from my bottom half so I was lying on the ground in three pieces. I was begging people to help me and I thought that I needed a doctor, but no one seemed to really think it was that big of a deal. Eventually they put me back together, but throughout the rest of my dream I had problems with my head falling of my shoulders. Every time my head fell off I felt this cold achy sensation in my neck. I never made it to the doctor. The most interesting part was that I wasn't really bleeding. It wasn't THAT gory actually. Just miserable.
This morning I had a lucid dream.
That was fun... I didn't notice I was dreaming until about halfway through the dream.. but when I came to the realization, I changed the whole plot to the dream and time travelled and brought people back from the dead. I love lucid dreaming.
There's not really a point to this post besides me stating that I love dreams and hearing about dreams... even when they're more like nightmares.