Will it still be called a nightmare when I'm having so much fun having it? Just think about it, having a bad dream should be awful, but what if, in a strange way, I'm actually enjoying that bad dream, then there would be nothing bad about it to begin with. Right? Hmmmm...
Here's the story:
Last night I watched "30 Days of Night" for the first time. It was great. I loved it. It's one of those vampire movies that I love so much. And one of the very few movies that sends me the creeps. Much like after watching the last full show of "I Am Legend" when I was kind of stuck at EDSA and the entire place was filled with nothingness. No lights, no vehicles, no people. Nothing. It was creepy.
Anyway, so "30 Days of Night" gave me the creeps. It wasn't scary or anything, just creepy and all. As if the shock of my life is just around the corner waiting for me in the darkness of our house. And I went to sleep with the movie, the gore and the creepiness of it all in mind.
The dream:
I was reliving everything that happened in the movie. Except, of course, there was no snow and I'm still in our neighborhood, slightly modified with abandoned warehouses, barren wastelands, creeks and marshes and lots of bloody corpses lying around. Haha. I have a morbidly creative imagination, I can't help it.
I was being chased by the vampires in the story and well.. I can't remember every detail or the sequence of all the scenes. I could only remember clips. There was a scene where I was running on the rooftops, then one where I was crawling inside the sewers with roaches and rats everywhere (gross, I know), and then I was held captive in one of the abandoned warehouses
by the vamps where I was able to escape with the help of one vampire who betrayed his coven (or whatever they're called) and then I jumped on top of a building and landed on a huge puddle of marshy waters and then I was swimming along a creek/river with lilies, bushes and shrubs and trees everywhere and then the trees were alive and they hid me from my abductors.
It was an adventure of a lifetime. Scary as it was, I was enjoying every moment of it. The thrill, the suspense, the fright. Everything. I woke up in the middle of the night panting and gasping for air with cold sweat and wet sheets (because of the sweat, just so you know). I went back to sleep hoping that the dream will continue. And it did!
I was hiding in a cupboard which leads to a hole behind, which leads to a crawl space or some sort of vent where I can climb up towards a hidden attic (like in the movie). But the attic looked more like the "Panic Room" with monitors and controls connected to security cameras around the house. Impossible, but hey, I was dreaming. Give me a break. I was looking out the peep hole to see if they're still out.
Man it was fun and scary. I mean come on! It was a life and death situation. It had to be scary and yet, there I was having the time of my life. Hahaha. Weird right?
And then the sun came. I woke up to some festive music of a band marching outside. Apparently, fiesta samin. Hehe.
Here's the story:
Last night I watched "30 Days of Night" for the first time. It was great. I loved it. It's one of those vampire movies that I love so much. And one of the very few movies that sends me the creeps. Much like after watching the last full show of "I Am Legend" when I was kind of stuck at EDSA and the entire place was filled with nothingness. No lights, no vehicles, no people. Nothing. It was creepy.
Anyway, so "30 Days of Night" gave me the creeps. It wasn't scary or anything, just creepy and all. As if the shock of my life is just around the corner waiting for me in the darkness of our house. And I went to sleep with the movie, the gore and the creepiness of it all in mind.
The dream:
I was reliving everything that happened in the movie. Except, of course, there was no snow and I'm still in our neighborhood, slightly modified with abandoned warehouses, barren wastelands, creeks and marshes and lots of bloody corpses lying around. Haha. I have a morbidly creative imagination, I can't help it.
I was being chased by the vampires in the story and well.. I can't remember every detail or the sequence of all the scenes. I could only remember clips. There was a scene where I was running on the rooftops, then one where I was crawling inside the sewers with roaches and rats everywhere (gross, I know), and then I was held captive in one of the abandoned warehouses
by the vamps where I was able to escape with the help of one vampire who betrayed his coven (or whatever they're called) and then I jumped on top of a building and landed on a huge puddle of marshy waters and then I was swimming along a creek/river with lilies, bushes and shrubs and trees everywhere and then the trees were alive and they hid me from my abductors.It was an adventure of a lifetime. Scary as it was, I was enjoying every moment of it. The thrill, the suspense, the fright. Everything. I woke up in the middle of the night panting and gasping for air with cold sweat and wet sheets (because of the sweat, just so you know). I went back to sleep hoping that the dream will continue. And it did!
I was hiding in a cupboard which leads to a hole behind, which leads to a crawl space or some sort of vent where I can climb up towards a hidden attic (like in the movie). But the attic looked more like the "Panic Room" with monitors and controls connected to security cameras around the house. Impossible, but hey, I was dreaming. Give me a break. I was looking out the peep hole to see if they're still out.
Man it was fun and scary. I mean come on! It was a life and death situation. It had to be scary and yet, there I was having the time of my life. Hahaha. Weird right?
And then the sun came. I woke up to some festive music of a band marching outside. Apparently, fiesta samin. Hehe.
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