What the hell, brain?
I have always had extremely vivid dreams. Dreams of different time periods, past and present. Sci fi dreams. Horror dreams. Weird shifty dreams. Jason tells me I need to write them down and sell them to Hollywood because they're so incredibly detailed that they'd make excellent scripts.
Last night, though, I had a super creepy dream. Not a gory one, not a "you are being chased by monsters" dream. Just plain unsettling.
In the dream, I was a photographer in the early 1900's. I'm pretty sure I was a dude, but that doesn't particularly matter. Now, I personally know next to nothing about early photography, but in the dream, I liked to shoot landscapes. I used one of those tripod-mounted cameras where the photographer had to duck under a hood before taking the shot.
The dream had me specifically taking a photo of a big open plain of grass and rolling hills, bordered on each side by bramble and brush that gave way to larger trees. I was primarily pre-occupied in showing the 3D aspects of the hills in this new 2D medium-- I puttered about for quite some time positioning my camera for the best perspective. I took the pictures and packed up my equipment.
I got back home to my studio, where I had film plates (I guess that's what they were? They didn't look like our modern negatives) lined up in various states. Some had been developed. Some were waiting to be developed. Most of them were landscapes, but a few of them were indoor shots. None of them had people in them.
I started to develop my latest few shots by dipping the photo plates in some sort of acid bath. To my delight, it turned out very nicely. But then I noticed a black splotch in the lower lefthand corner, near some brush, just outside the treeline.
I picked up something that I can only describe in modern language as a magnifying glass. But it didn't look like a magnifying glass. It was a little 2 inch by 1 inch cylinder, wrapped in textured brown leather. You placed one lens flat against the image, and then pressed your eye to the other lens to see detail.
That black splotch sent shivers down my spine. It was presumably a person, though swathed head to toe in black, almost like a burqa. But the face-- it had a sort of resemblance to a plague doctor mask, and also to a crow. Whatever it was was looking directly into my camera. I totally freaked out. Whatever that thing was, it was not a passive observer. It seemed to me to be watching me, willing me to see it.
So then I starting looking for aberrations in my other shots. Sure enough, the creature was visible in several others, like it had been following me from location to location. I went back to the original shot, which seemed the clearest for showing detail of the thing. I positioned my magnifying glass, then pressed my eye down.
The creature had moved. I was now looking at it in profile. Then, to my horror, it started to turn its head and look at me.
LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK, BRAIN? REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE HAVING THAT AWESOME SEX DREAM ABOUT RICHARD ARMITAGE A FEW NIGHTS AGO? CAN'T WE JUST STICK TO THAT, PLEASE?
I don't remember much past that. Jason woke me up because he had to go into work early. I told him the dream and told him to be extra careful driving today. The fact that that thing had such crow-like attributes freaked me out, because crows and I don't particularly get along in terms of personal symbolism.
Just, yeah. It's full daylight out, and that dream is still sticking with me. Euuuuugh.
Last night, though, I had a super creepy dream. Not a gory one, not a "you are being chased by monsters" dream. Just plain unsettling.
In the dream, I was a photographer in the early 1900's. I'm pretty sure I was a dude, but that doesn't particularly matter. Now, I personally know next to nothing about early photography, but in the dream, I liked to shoot landscapes. I used one of those tripod-mounted cameras where the photographer had to duck under a hood before taking the shot.
The dream had me specifically taking a photo of a big open plain of grass and rolling hills, bordered on each side by bramble and brush that gave way to larger trees. I was primarily pre-occupied in showing the 3D aspects of the hills in this new 2D medium-- I puttered about for quite some time positioning my camera for the best perspective. I took the pictures and packed up my equipment.
I got back home to my studio, where I had film plates (I guess that's what they were? They didn't look like our modern negatives) lined up in various states. Some had been developed. Some were waiting to be developed. Most of them were landscapes, but a few of them were indoor shots. None of them had people in them.
I started to develop my latest few shots by dipping the photo plates in some sort of acid bath. To my delight, it turned out very nicely. But then I noticed a black splotch in the lower lefthand corner, near some brush, just outside the treeline.
I picked up something that I can only describe in modern language as a magnifying glass. But it didn't look like a magnifying glass. It was a little 2 inch by 1 inch cylinder, wrapped in textured brown leather. You placed one lens flat against the image, and then pressed your eye to the other lens to see detail.
That black splotch sent shivers down my spine. It was presumably a person, though swathed head to toe in black, almost like a burqa. But the face-- it had a sort of resemblance to a plague doctor mask, and also to a crow. Whatever it was was looking directly into my camera. I totally freaked out. Whatever that thing was, it was not a passive observer. It seemed to me to be watching me, willing me to see it.
So then I starting looking for aberrations in my other shots. Sure enough, the creature was visible in several others, like it had been following me from location to location. I went back to the original shot, which seemed the clearest for showing detail of the thing. I positioned my magnifying glass, then pressed my eye down.
The creature had moved. I was now looking at it in profile. Then, to my horror, it started to turn its head and look at me.
LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK, BRAIN? REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE HAVING THAT AWESOME SEX DREAM ABOUT RICHARD ARMITAGE A FEW NIGHTS AGO? CAN'T WE JUST STICK TO THAT, PLEASE?
I don't remember much past that. Jason woke me up because he had to go into work early. I told him the dream and told him to be extra careful driving today. The fact that that thing had such crow-like attributes freaked me out, because crows and I don't particularly get along in terms of personal symbolism.
Just, yeah. It's full daylight out, and that dream is still sticking with me. Euuuuugh.