Katy S – Nature or nurture? Do you think people are born gay or is something that develops through life?
Katy P – Never say never, or no way no how?
Fiona – Nightmares – what was the last nightmare you had?
I’m usually quite good at remembering my dreams. I went through a period of writing them down as part of some sort of deluded idea that I would be able to decipher them and learn things about my subconscious. That lasted all of a week, as while it was quite funny to read back the crazy things my head came up with, it’s also quite sleep disrupting to sit up, switch on a light and engage your brain in the middle of the night!
Right now I can’t remember the last bad dream I had. I know I wasn’t at home when I had it, which was good (always nice to not be on your own when you wake up scared!) but the details have gone. I know it’s impossible to remember everything, but it’s always struck me as odd that people rarely remember dreams and nightmares, unless they are recurring.
I’ve had a recurring nightmare since I was quite small. I first had it way before we moved to Wales; I think I must have been 4 or 5 years old. In it I am lost in the dark[i], surrounded by huge rectangular shapes casting deep black shadows in which things hide, waiting to get me[ii]. As I walk along the only open path I hear laughter, the cold, cruel, manic laughter which I still hate[iii]. Eventually I come to some floating stairs, which curve upwards to the left around a huge black concave mountain. There’s nowhere else to go so I ascend; there are no banisters to the left and only the boiling hot wall to the right which I cannot touch. As I climb, the world around me becomes a haze of flickering green light. I’m running now, up and up, scared of what’s behind, the things laughing in the darkness below. Then I realise, they’re not below. I have reached the top of the stairs and I see them, the monsters who have lured me into their trap and are laughing manically at the glee of it. Two gigantic, hairy, purple monsters[iv], stirring green liquid, bubbling in the cauldron I’d been climbing around. Terrified I try to descend the stairs backwards, not wanting to take my eyes from the monsters. Somehow I know they need me to complete their potion, I am the missing ingredient. Somehow I have also always known these figures were really my mum and dad, and that I had to run away and never see them again…lest I be boiled and eaten for supper.
Yeah…go analyse that, dream scrutinisers! But if you want to take me to the funny farm, you gotta catch me first!! 😛
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Scores on the doors are:
Katy S: 12
Katy P: 15
It”s all to play for!
[i] That purpley cartoon dark you see in Tim Burton films
[ii] Sort of like in the Pagemaster, but they weren’t bookshelves
[iii] In fact it should definitely have been on my hate list yesterday, you know like on the Ronsil advert…or that Gorillaz ‘Feel Good’ song? Can’t listen to it, freaks me out!.
[iv] The Gruffalo was not written when I first had this dream, nor was Monsters Inc, but to help you imagine, these guys were a mix of Sully and the Gruffalo only more sinister.