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I'd like to thank Danny Boyle and Primus for the gruesome dream I had last night.
I went to see a movie screening of Danny Boyle's Frankenstein last night with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elipie (with Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Frankenstein and Johnny Lee Miller as the creature). I think it was well-written, amazingly acted, and wonderfully designed and directed. But the rape scene was unnecessary. Considering that there were already several instances of rape-imagery wrt "Mother Nature", you will find it hard-pressed convincing me that the rape scene was anything but gratuitous. So while I would have said that I enjoyed the play immensely, that really did take something away from it.
Relatedly, however, I had awesomely gruesome dreams this morning, and I must credit the play for doing a great job in riling up my subconscious! And, to be fair, Primus. Because I left Primus playing while I slept, so I'm sure the music had a good amount of influence as well.
AHAHAHA I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE PRIMUS AT THE GREEK THEATRE TONIGHT!
I was in NYC, going to a birthday party for my LA landlord, Patrick. I already had a gift for him (sunglasses in a weird, intricate, heart-shaped, iron tin) but I kept my eyes open for something more appropriate as the gift-giving portion of the evening hadn't come yet. This all seems pretty normal but it quickly morphed into something completely unexpected.
I somehow stumbled into a ...surprise!performance art birthday thing (for Patrick's birthday gift, I suppose, but at this point the reason was no longer that significant)-- where around 20-30 people, all in a run-down/abandoned apartment building, were participating in a performance of their own (and one another's) extremely bloody, gruesome deaths.
I somehow focused in on one couple where the woman was pregnant and she was half in a water-filled tank. As if that was somehow "drowning: the fetus, they decided to go ahead with the death-by-performance-art even though they hadn't initially planned to? and even though they had an eleven-year old boy waiting for them at home?! In the scene where I learned about them saying goodbye to their eleven year boy at home, I also saw that the iron tin heart I was giving to Patrick had once belonged to this couple. SO MORBID.
It was so creepy how okay they were with doing this-- as if death wasn't really the end result, like it was all really a performance, and they'd go on about their business when the act was over. But I knew, and so did they, that it was going to be real death. The guy went with a calm sort of pained smile. He lost consciousness before somehow SEVERAL LAYERS OF HIS SKIN SLOUGHED OFF. I can't tell you how the woman died, she was half off-screen (blocked by a doorway) when it happened, but she was covered in blood and she screamed horribly when her husband died. But it was more like, in surprise and horror over his skin sloughing off than the fact that he was dead.
There was a bit more blood and gore and gruesome death but it's indistinct. A lot of the dream, and the scenes of blood and death, were intercut by alternating strong feelings of searching for something, and then strong feelings of waiting for something. And each particular feeling was linked with how the next scene played out.
At this point I woke up and sort of WHAT THE FUCKed at myself but decided I should try to continue the dream, so I went back to sleep for another hour. I'm pretty sure there were some follow-up scenes but I can't remember them at all. It's possible they were just thoughts and feelings without real images to go along with them, but I wish I remembered more.
As a side note: I don't consider this dream to be a "nightmare" so I'm curious if anyone else does/would? I suppose I don't partly because it wasn't scary even though it was sort of horrible. But I dunno, even with the few dreams I've had as an adult where I've actually felt scared, I was somewhat lucid (I knew I was dreaming) and begged myself not to wake up so the awesome dream could continue. And mostly that worked to a certain degree.
elipie (with Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Frankenstein and Johnny Lee Miller as the creature). I think it was well-written, amazingly acted, and wonderfully designed and directed. But the rape scene was unnecessary. Considering that there were already several instances of rape-imagery wrt "Mother Nature", you will find it hard-pressed convincing me that the rape scene was anything but gratuitous. So while I would have said that I enjoyed the play immensely, that really did take something away from it.Relatedly, however, I had awesomely gruesome dreams this morning, and I must credit the play for doing a great job in riling up my subconscious! And, to be fair, Primus. Because I left Primus playing while I slept, so I'm sure the music had a good amount of influence as well.
AHAHAHA I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE PRIMUS AT THE GREEK THEATRE TONIGHT!
I was in NYC, going to a birthday party for my LA landlord, Patrick. I already had a gift for him (sunglasses in a weird, intricate, heart-shaped, iron tin) but I kept my eyes open for something more appropriate as the gift-giving portion of the evening hadn't come yet. This all seems pretty normal but it quickly morphed into something completely unexpected.
I somehow stumbled into a ...surprise!performance art birthday thing (for Patrick's birthday gift, I suppose, but at this point the reason was no longer that significant)-- where around 20-30 people, all in a run-down/abandoned apartment building, were participating in a performance of their own (and one another's) extremely bloody, gruesome deaths.
I somehow focused in on one couple where the woman was pregnant and she was half in a water-filled tank. As if that was somehow "drowning: the fetus, they decided to go ahead with the death-by-performance-art even though they hadn't initially planned to? and even though they had an eleven-year old boy waiting for them at home?! In the scene where I learned about them saying goodbye to their eleven year boy at home, I also saw that the iron tin heart I was giving to Patrick had once belonged to this couple. SO MORBID.
It was so creepy how okay they were with doing this-- as if death wasn't really the end result, like it was all really a performance, and they'd go on about their business when the act was over. But I knew, and so did they, that it was going to be real death. The guy went with a calm sort of pained smile. He lost consciousness before somehow SEVERAL LAYERS OF HIS SKIN SLOUGHED OFF. I can't tell you how the woman died, she was half off-screen (blocked by a doorway) when it happened, but she was covered in blood and she screamed horribly when her husband died. But it was more like, in surprise and horror over his skin sloughing off than the fact that he was dead.
There was a bit more blood and gore and gruesome death but it's indistinct. A lot of the dream, and the scenes of blood and death, were intercut by alternating strong feelings of searching for something, and then strong feelings of waiting for something. And each particular feeling was linked with how the next scene played out.
At this point I woke up and sort of WHAT THE FUCKed at myself but decided I should try to continue the dream, so I went back to sleep for another hour. I'm pretty sure there were some follow-up scenes but I can't remember them at all. It's possible they were just thoughts and feelings without real images to go along with them, but I wish I remembered more.
As a side note: I don't consider this dream to be a "nightmare" so I'm curious if anyone else does/would? I suppose I don't partly because it wasn't scary even though it was sort of horrible. But I dunno, even with the few dreams I've had as an adult where I've actually felt scared, I was somewhat lucid (I knew I was dreaming) and begged myself not to wake up so the awesome dream could continue. And mostly that worked to a certain degree.
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Have fun tonight!