I actually fell asleep for a couple of hours and had one of the
best and most
impressive (in the
special effects department) in something like five years. It was
nice because it was a
welcome respite from the horrible
nightmares that I've been having about an old
girlfriend of my father's who
molested me when I was
six. I finally got him (my
dad) to admit that it happened about a year ago (which coincidentally is the last time we
spoke.) What really sucks about it is that I'm 28 now and I've been
plagued by
bad dreams about it ever since it
happened although I don't really have a
conscious memory of what happened. It was kind of a
typical scenario -
sadistic psycho beats kid until he
pees his pants, does a few things that I don't really wanna talk about, and then locks him in the
closet for like ten hours. I'm not surprised that I don't remember much of it
actively.
Anyhow, now that I've spilled my guts and probably told you more than you really want to know...the point to all of that gruesome detail (which I've considered deleting like ten times while I typed it) is that a sweet dream is a rare thing for me.
In this dream I was with my girlfriend at Montauk Point in New York. That particular place is like the furthest point out that you can get on land. We were sitting there watching the ocean when it just stopped. It froze with no motion and no sound. It was unbelievably beautiful and vivid. It just made us laugh for some reason and it was the kind of really long laugh that
doesn't send you into spasms or make your stomach ache. It was just a laugh of astonishment.
When I woke up it felt like I'd had a full eight hours of sleep. It's weird because several hours later I'm still trying to shake off the haze of it - expecting that something utterly surreal yet incredibly beautiful is going to pop out at me. Sigh.