Nightmares
Two nights in a row I've woken up early in the morning from nightmares involving Chris. In Sunday morning's nightmare involved Chris, a disgusting Larry-the-Cable-Guy-esque tow truck driver, a giant house that had been turned into a museum, and themes of anger and betrayal, secrets I couldn't uncover and I awoke still echoing with fury. Unpleasant.
This morning's nightmare was even more deeply horrifying. Pramas had a new job where they were completely into "Tie Theory" (the theory, he cheerfully explained to me, that men who wear ties to their jobs work harder and achieve better results). He was getting ready for work, wearing a really ugly yellow button-down shirt and trying to choose between two yellow ties with garish orange accents. I couldn't believe he was not only willingly wearing ties to work but willingly wearing these godawful ties. I gently tried to coerce him away from the yellow ties, "Don't you have any other ties? Yellow on yellow lacks contrast, maybe there's something else we can try?" That's when I noticed he was holding a large handful of ties, many of them those knit ties that were popular in the 80s. I'd never seen any of these ties before (and they were all horrible!) and I'm sure Pramas has never owned this many ties in his entire life. It was then that he looked at me with an unnatural grin and terrible, dead eyes and told me he couldn't wear any ties that hadn't been approved in advance by the management. In my dream I began to sob uncontrollably and awoke gripped in fear.
Stupid, I know, a nightmare about ties... but it scared the crap out of me and I've been up ever since.
This morning's nightmare was even more deeply horrifying. Pramas had a new job where they were completely into "Tie Theory" (the theory, he cheerfully explained to me, that men who wear ties to their jobs work harder and achieve better results). He was getting ready for work, wearing a really ugly yellow button-down shirt and trying to choose between two yellow ties with garish orange accents. I couldn't believe he was not only willingly wearing ties to work but willingly wearing these godawful ties. I gently tried to coerce him away from the yellow ties, "Don't you have any other ties? Yellow on yellow lacks contrast, maybe there's something else we can try?" That's when I noticed he was holding a large handful of ties, many of them those knit ties that were popular in the 80s. I'd never seen any of these ties before (and they were all horrible!) and I'm sure Pramas has never owned this many ties in his entire life. It was then that he looked at me with an unnatural grin and terrible, dead eyes and told me he couldn't wear any ties that hadn't been approved in advance by the management. In my dream I began to sob uncontrollably and awoke gripped in fear.
Stupid, I know, a nightmare about ties... but it scared the crap out of me and I've been up ever since.
Labels: nightmares
Geez, Nik. That tie dream is enough to give me nightmares...
Not to mention Pramas dressed in yellow. The horror!
You might want to consider submitting one of those dreams to Slow Wave, a comic that illustrates people's dreams. The guy who produces the comic, Jesse Reklaw, is an old acquaintance of my wife and I, and he illustrated one of my wife's dreams.
Check it out:
http://www.slowwave.com/
OMG, that's awesome! I love it.