dreams
by zuza_her_mother on June 23, 2009
in students
So I had a weird dream today. A really ridiculous one.
I was killed as a martyr by a priest who worshipped Golden Monkey and had Piotr Adamczyk’s face. He murdered me with a statue of the Monkey, and later smashed some other sculpture into me, saying that is ‘the ideal martyr’, meaning the sculpture, not me.
Actually, he was quite right, as it wouldn’t be cool to die in a wooden box because of a freaking Golden Monkey’s ornament thrown by a its fanatical follower who still is a Christian priest and yet keeps that enormous statue in his room (not only one, by the way) and shouts that >>we’re all dirty<< while chasing me.
Anyway. My point is:
WHAT THE…
How many times I’ve woken up and mumbled that phrase? Oh well, there was that dream about a pink bus, where people go after death; the one where some boy’s father was a chicken’s skeleton and the one where I was running through Hogwarts and Dumbledore’s skeleton waved to me or the one where I had to hit parrots with a whip and one parrot turned out to be a girl who I strongly disliked. Or the one where a priest was testing my knowledge from R.S and he asked me ‘What staples does Empik use in books?’.
(of course, there were dreams who still send shivers down my spine when I think of them – the disgusting or scary scenes… EH nevermind)
I wonder what makes the dreams so random and senseless. Dreams are pretty much like hallucinations, or so they say. So is it brain being high and it’s just sticking pieces of what it’s experienced to make more or less (well… rather less than more) realistic, or maybe it’s American scientists’ wobbly theory, or maybe it has something to do with subconsciousness.
If it was the latter, the characters of ‘Midsummer’s Night Dream’ would have much to think over, I suppose.
Zuza, as usual, the number of references, allusions and mental shortcuts makes the reading of your posts exceptionally difficult to me.
Anyway, from what I gather, participating in the play has had some influence on you. I just can’t figure out what kind of influence that was.