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.
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.
