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Why do all of my most disturbing dreams involve Alyson Hannigan and murder?
It's not that I don't like Alyson Hannigan. I like her a lot; or at least, I like the characters she plays. But when I have dreams with her in them - which has only happened twice now that I can remember, thankfully - they're horrible and leave me feeling creeped out for a good week afterwards.
Last night I dreamt I was taking a journey with her. We were going through a city. I don't remember which one, but it was somewhere I knew. As is pretty typical for my journey-type dreams, we were going places by train. Then somehow it all changed, and she was telling me that she was part of this weird group of people who could read other people's thoughts from the time they were small children. These people all had a very similiar range of childhood experiences with killing dogs and then washing their fur with shampoo and conditioner so they'd look clean.
I told her I wasn't sure I was part of the group. I tried to make myself read other people's thoughts but I couldn't. The next thing I knew I was in a strange house which was a support group for these people, whose disease had a sinister, German-sounding name that I can't recall anymore. I knew they were all killers and that some of them had knives because they were cutting things up for lunch right in front of me. Everyone in that house had to be on their guard in case they got hurt by someone else, even though everyone in the house was there because they didn't want to relapse and hurt anyone. You could still sense the place was rife with people who might be tempted.
At the end of the dream I left the house after meeting a set of parents who had a daughter with the disease. They wanted her to come back to them safe and sound, and they were begging me to make it happen. As I left I realised I still wasn't sure if I was one of these killers, but I knew these parents wouldn't get their daughter back the way they wanted because at a fundamental level these people could never really change what they were.
My waking mind interprets this dream any number of less-threatening ways. It could be about a fear of getting hurt in relationships, or a fear of what I might morally or physically be capable of. I've also been wondering these last few days about getting a guide dog or a hearing dog, so that could take care of what is the most sickening detail.
Still not feeling any less creeped out though.
It's not that I don't like Alyson Hannigan. I like her a lot; or at least, I like the characters she plays. But when I have dreams with her in them - which has only happened twice now that I can remember, thankfully - they're horrible and leave me feeling creeped out for a good week afterwards.
Last night I dreamt I was taking a journey with her. We were going through a city. I don't remember which one, but it was somewhere I knew. As is pretty typical for my journey-type dreams, we were going places by train. Then somehow it all changed, and she was telling me that she was part of this weird group of people who could read other people's thoughts from the time they were small children. These people all had a very similiar range of childhood experiences with killing dogs and then washing their fur with shampoo and conditioner so they'd look clean.
I told her I wasn't sure I was part of the group. I tried to make myself read other people's thoughts but I couldn't. The next thing I knew I was in a strange house which was a support group for these people, whose disease had a sinister, German-sounding name that I can't recall anymore. I knew they were all killers and that some of them had knives because they were cutting things up for lunch right in front of me. Everyone in that house had to be on their guard in case they got hurt by someone else, even though everyone in the house was there because they didn't want to relapse and hurt anyone. You could still sense the place was rife with people who might be tempted.
At the end of the dream I left the house after meeting a set of parents who had a daughter with the disease. They wanted her to come back to them safe and sound, and they were begging me to make it happen. As I left I realised I still wasn't sure if I was one of these killers, but I knew these parents wouldn't get their daughter back the way they wanted because at a fundamental level these people could never really change what they were.
My waking mind interprets this dream any number of less-threatening ways. It could be about a fear of getting hurt in relationships, or a fear of what I might morally or physically be capable of. I've also been wondering these last few days about getting a guide dog or a hearing dog, so that could take care of what is the most sickening detail.
Still not feeling any less creeped out though.
