I did not sleep well last night. I’ve been having some really crazy nightmares lately. Earlier in the week I had the recurring “creepy, faceless stranger standing in the room watching me sleep” nightmare, and I woke up from that one sitting up in bed with the lights on. The dream seemed incredibly real, so I’m starting to think there is an evil Ghost haunting The House on the Hill.
Because of last night’s horror movies in my head, my brain is in a fog. Time to jump start it by hooking it up to 1000 volts of Deep Thoughts. Anyone else need a jump?
What is my subconscious mind trying to tell me with these nightmares? Is it trying to deliver a warning? Does it want me to believe there really is someone in the house who watches me sleep? Is it saying I need to put up security cameras? Should I hire a rent-a-cop to patrol The House on the Hill at night? If I hire a security guard, won’t I just be paying a stranger to watch me sleep, thereby making the nightmares a reality?
What about some of these other dreams I’ve been having? Why am I constantly visiting my childhood home? Why am I being haunted by conversations with my long deceased father, who I miss very much? Why does my Evil Step Mom always have to pop up to ruin those tender dream moments?
How is it that I always seem to get lost on the NYC subway in my nightmares? I rode it for years without ever getting lost, so what is that all about? Why would I be riding the subway all alone so late at night? Since when did I become a stupid tourist?
Why am I never prepared for tests in my nightmares? That never happened in real life, so why am I the worst student in Nightmare College? Do I not study in my nightmares because the creepy, faceless figure who watches me sleep is keeping me from getting a restful eight hours of snooze time? Why would I be taking college courses that had so many exams? Doesn’t my subconscious remember that I was a Film major?
Why do I often write for popular TV shows, or find myself going to the opening of movies based on my screenplays in my dreams? While they might not seem like nightmares at the time, aren’t they the worst possible kind of dreams when I wake up to discover my writing success was only in my head? Why is my mind torturing me like this?
Why don’t I dream more often about the one person in the world who I want to visit my dreams? Why is my subconscious depriving me of that? Does it mean I don’t want myself to be happy? How do I hire a new executive producer for my dream time movies?
So much to think about, Modern Philosophers. At least now my brain is up and running. Maybe if I fill it will positive Deep Thoughts all day, tonight’s dream will be much more delightful.
Enjoy your weekend. Only 51 more days until April!