Writer's Block: Tossing and Turning
Feb. 15th, 2012 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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When I was little - five or six years old - for the better part of a year, I had recurring nightmares that the president of the United States had been replaced by a giant alien locust, who then made everyone eat magic alien locust beans to turn them into locusts, who would then start making more locust beans, perpetuating the wave of transformation. And I was the only one who noticed the replacement, but no one would listen to me or believe me, because I was a little kid trying to pit myself against the president.
This entire concept, I believe, was brought on by a very bizarre Breyer's Ice Cream commercial from about 1979, my own skewed interpretation of the ten plagues of Egypt, and my five-year-old perception of The President as a being somewhere between Dad and God on the spectrum of 'Must Be Obeyed By All No Matter What.'
Though I'm not sure whether this is the most bizarre dream I've had, since I've also dreamed about the X-Men coming to my house to arrest my hamster, an underground city where everyone who moves there has their face cut off so the rest of the residents can wear it for a month, and a carnivorous coffee table....
When I was little - five or six years old - for the better part of a year, I had recurring nightmares that the president of the United States had been replaced by a giant alien locust, who then made everyone eat magic alien locust beans to turn them into locusts, who would then start making more locust beans, perpetuating the wave of transformation. And I was the only one who noticed the replacement, but no one would listen to me or believe me, because I was a little kid trying to pit myself against the president.
This entire concept, I believe, was brought on by a very bizarre Breyer's Ice Cream commercial from about 1979, my own skewed interpretation of the ten plagues of Egypt, and my five-year-old perception of The President as a being somewhere between Dad and God on the spectrum of 'Must Be Obeyed By All No Matter What.'
Though I'm not sure whether this is the most bizarre dream I've had, since I've also dreamed about the X-Men coming to my house to arrest my hamster, an underground city where everyone who moves there has their face cut off so the rest of the residents can wear it for a month, and a carnivorous coffee table....
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Date: 2012-02-15 10:58 pm (UTC)I used to have an almost identical recurring nightmare. The only major difference is that the transformations weren't triggered by eating something, but rather by breathing the dust the giant bugs cocoons turned into when they were touched.
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Date: 2012-02-16 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-16 09:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-16 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-19 03:44 pm (UTC)> my house to arrest my hamster
In an ideally lucid dream, you'd be able to deliver the line, "Hope Professor X doesn't have any scientific experiments planned! This is not the guinea pig you're looking for..."