From the "Things That Never Should Give You Nightmares" Department:
I was kept awake by a nightmare two nights ago. What gave me the nightmare?
That's right. One of history's fluffiest romance novels caused me to lose sleep.
That new miniseries on Masterpiece Theater was on the other night. It was the creepiest "Jane Eyre" I had ever seen. Even my husband thought it was creepy and he wasn't even watching it. He was basing his opinion on what he overheard.
The director of this particular dramatization decided this wasn't the story of a governess who falls in love with her employer. She decided it was the story of a governess who came into a house where someone who keeps trying to kill people is locked up in the tower - and that person keeps trying to get out.
So I had a nightmare of being all alone in a big house with the exception of a butcher-knife-weilding madwoman locked in a closet who was coming dangerously close to getting the door open.
I hope I can get through Part 2 without any emotional trauma.
Jane Eyre ISN'T a fluffy romance novel, for all that it's centered on the relationship between Jane and Rochester. It's a fairly stark commentary on women's roles in the 19th century.
(It also derives a lot of its flavor from earlier Gothic novels by authors like Ann Radcliffe, which had a lot of extremely dark, suspenseful, otherworldly imagery. These were definitely romance books - they were marketed mostly to silly women - but over-the-top spooky stuff combined with the fluffy romance is what defined the entire Gothic genre.)
I had the most bizarre dream last night.
I dreamed that I had a growth on my leg (mid-thigh) that looked like a penis+scrotum in shape, but was basically hollow, and that someone had to rip it off of my body because it was gross-looking, and we couldn't wait and see a doctor.
Subject: a letter to no one
It's spring again. I always think of you in the spring. The first time we met was April. You didn't know, but I'd been so depressed that year. I was turning twenty and I felt I'd accomplished nothing in my life. You came to my birthday party. Remember how they tried to keep us out of that park and then the sprinklers came on?
Remember how someone brought marshmallows and then we went and got candles to roast them on? Remember how I came that night with someone else, and by the end of the evening, I'd already fallen for you?
Remember on our first date, how we went to that burger place, and you got my diet coke and you drank it because you were too shy to ask me for your coke? Remember how on our second date, you just knew where I wanted to go. And remember dancing on the beach at the barbeque?
Spring was our season. That spring, you saved me - brought me out of a depression I didn't know I'd ever come out of. Summer was beautiful, but fall and then winter... well, I don't need to remind you. You knew enough to go. It's been a long long time since then, but I think of you in the spring. Do you think of me too?
Always the girl who asked you to perform surgery on the bleachers...
Last night I had a dream that I was in some sort of what I guess could be a warehouse and I think it was filled with communist brainwashing testing or something. I kept narrowly excaping death and getting weird weapons and I would keep shooting out these people with blue shirts.
Super strange... I was apparently then undermining a experiment they were doing to see how brainwashing affected someone's sense of pitch and they had pillows set up on a bed and when someone touched a pillow it would make a sound and they were having random people try to hit the pllows in order to make an ascending scale. by time the first person gave up after maybe 3 tries I already had the pattern down. Then he left and I shot all the people in there with something that resembled an aerosol can and they died. Then I left.
Heh... the Room info would have told you.
Which reminds me... very cool work on the modified room info for WebCit interface bit.
Why again, you ask? I'd forgotten about it then, but some weeks ago I dreamt that I'd driven to visit a friend and had to back into a parking spot, and the parking spot was on a high shelf in their kitchen. And I couldn't figure out how to back into that spot and felt really stupid for not knowing.
So anyway, in this current dream I finally swallowed my pride and got out and knocked on the door to tell them that I can't figure out how to close the top of the car or how to drive it back inside, but when the door opened my daughter Adina was standing there with curlers in her hair and wearing my necklace and earrings, which in reality one of those earrings has been missing for months. And I said "Wow, Adina, you found my earring!" and she smiled and said "yup" and I said "Where was it?" and she didn't answer, she just turned and skipped away.
And that's the end of the dream.
Better than going to the movies, almost.
Shazam - Do you have any anxiety about driving cars in real life ??
(Do I still count as normal if I've taken up Fleeb's shower drooling excersizes?)
i thought that was pissing in the shower.
In a departure from my usual routine, this time it was something about how
Rupert Murdoch and Fox had assumed responsibility for plowing Route 100 north of
Ludlow, and consequently the road was a bloody mess. This made perfect sense, at
Damn you, Rupert Murdoch!!1
"Being Rupert Murdoch".