Iconoclast
Jedi Master
recently i had a disturbing dream i wanted to share.
(some basic info: these days i remember my dreams much less than i did years ago - most of the time i only have a vague feeling that i've dreamt something, sometimes i don't feel like i've dreamt at all.)
i often have dreams where the object is to outrun or outwit some foe. some are intense, some are just entertaining (like that time where i saved the US president (michael j. fox) from the bad guys with the last bullet in true john woo fashion. :D
this time the enemy 'faction' was not quite defined, but i found myself being attacked and in mortal danger.
strangely my main attacker was an actress called amy smart ( http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005442/ ).
now in reality i consider her to be just absolutely perfect looking - what i call 'brainmeltingly hot'.
there are of course many many very hot women in hollywood, but whenever i see her picture, i get what feels like a little kick to the adrenalin gland. (i'm sure you know what i mean, i assume that happens to everybody when they see someone who just 'clicks' with them, for a lack of a better word).
it sounds corny, but to me she is the archetype of beauty.
anyway, so there i found myself being attacked by this gorgeous girl. she threw poisonous needles, almost like the character 'bullseye' in the movie 'daredevil'.
(added info: i have an intense dislike for needles)
she could hurl these needles with deadly accuracy over a distance of several dozen meters. she hit me in the side of the throat and in the leg several times. she was absolutely rampaging, already having killed several people (whose bodies were lying in the background). she was unresponsive to my desperate calls for sanity and peace.
so i felt i had no choice but to kill her.
somehow i got her to the floor and started chocking her throat. the conflict between her beauty and my having to kill her made me cry almost uncontrollably. through sheets of tears i could see her losing conciousness. i felt unable to finish the job, it was too much. there was another person there, who was on my side. i sobbed to him 'i can't do it, i just can't kill her! you'll have to finish her.'
he took over and finished the dirty deed.
(added info: i am quite aware that in real life i lack what is commonly referred to as 'killer instinct'. when playing something as trivial as darts or table tennis, and i'm ahead, i just can't finish my opponent off because i feel sorry for him)
interestingly the dream didn't end there, but there was a jump in the storyline to the point where i (for some reason) arrived at my parents' house and under tears told them what had happened and hadn't they seen it on the news?
after this information was out, i woke up, somewhat disturbed.
i usually hardly remember any of my dreams, and most make no sense when put into words, but this one left a lasting imprint, so i had to write it down.
one interpretation that jumps to mind is the following:
i have what is commonly called 'high standards' when it comes to women. it takes more than a couple of boobs and a short skirt to make me even turn my head.
so this dream could be interpreted as me having to kill my superficial notions on how a woman has to look (embodied by amy smart).
what do you think?
(some basic info: these days i remember my dreams much less than i did years ago - most of the time i only have a vague feeling that i've dreamt something, sometimes i don't feel like i've dreamt at all.)
i often have dreams where the object is to outrun or outwit some foe. some are intense, some are just entertaining (like that time where i saved the US president (michael j. fox) from the bad guys with the last bullet in true john woo fashion. :D
this time the enemy 'faction' was not quite defined, but i found myself being attacked and in mortal danger.
strangely my main attacker was an actress called amy smart ( http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005442/ ).
now in reality i consider her to be just absolutely perfect looking - what i call 'brainmeltingly hot'.
there are of course many many very hot women in hollywood, but whenever i see her picture, i get what feels like a little kick to the adrenalin gland. (i'm sure you know what i mean, i assume that happens to everybody when they see someone who just 'clicks' with them, for a lack of a better word).
it sounds corny, but to me she is the archetype of beauty.
anyway, so there i found myself being attacked by this gorgeous girl. she threw poisonous needles, almost like the character 'bullseye' in the movie 'daredevil'.
(added info: i have an intense dislike for needles)
she could hurl these needles with deadly accuracy over a distance of several dozen meters. she hit me in the side of the throat and in the leg several times. she was absolutely rampaging, already having killed several people (whose bodies were lying in the background). she was unresponsive to my desperate calls for sanity and peace.
so i felt i had no choice but to kill her.
somehow i got her to the floor and started chocking her throat. the conflict between her beauty and my having to kill her made me cry almost uncontrollably. through sheets of tears i could see her losing conciousness. i felt unable to finish the job, it was too much. there was another person there, who was on my side. i sobbed to him 'i can't do it, i just can't kill her! you'll have to finish her.'
he took over and finished the dirty deed.
(added info: i am quite aware that in real life i lack what is commonly referred to as 'killer instinct'. when playing something as trivial as darts or table tennis, and i'm ahead, i just can't finish my opponent off because i feel sorry for him)
interestingly the dream didn't end there, but there was a jump in the storyline to the point where i (for some reason) arrived at my parents' house and under tears told them what had happened and hadn't they seen it on the news?
after this information was out, i woke up, somewhat disturbed.
i usually hardly remember any of my dreams, and most make no sense when put into words, but this one left a lasting imprint, so i had to write it down.
one interpretation that jumps to mind is the following:
i have what is commonly called 'high standards' when it comes to women. it takes more than a couple of boobs and a short skirt to make me even turn my head.
so this dream could be interpreted as me having to kill my superficial notions on how a woman has to look (embodied by amy smart).
what do you think?
