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August 30, 2006

886: "Too much horror business"

Last night I had another dream involving the discovery of a corpse. This time, it wasn't just some fool sleeping face-down on the ground -- it was a real one. Or, well, something like a real one.

In the way that you can have people in your dreams who seem to have some sort of believably meaningful relationship to you but not actually be anyone in your real life, I found myself at a party with some Bryn Mawr friends -- not actual friends I had a Bryn Mawr but girls who, for no apparent reason, gave me the impression of being close school friends. As friends do, they ran interference at a party and kept a boy away from me when I indicated that I didn't really want to talk to him; the upsetting thing here is that the boy is a real person we (or at least some of you) knew at school, and he's someone I'm genuinely fond of -- why I didn't want to talk to him in the dream is completely beyond me.

When we returned to the dorm, we heard a banging coming from inside one of the restrooms. The door had swelled shut in the humidity, but with a little tugging, it opened and out flew a completely terrified girl. The other girls screamed when they saw the inside of the bathroom, but from my angle, I couldn't see what it was that upset them.

I came around the corner of the doorframe and saw that the white tile walls were damp and that there were puddles of water on the floor, some of which were discolored and perhaps the source of the room's stench.

My eyes moved along the wet floor and came to a stop at the edge of a bathtub sunken into the floor. Inside the tub was a human body, sitting upright. It had no skin, only slimey, yellow goo where skin should have been. It had no eyes and its jaw hung down, revealing a completely empty mouth. Although it seemed to be missing organs, it still had a heart, hidden behind a paper-thin layer of membrane. There was a rusty metal chain attached to something inside the chest, passing through the heart, and tethering the corpse to something else in the bottom of the tub.

And then I woke up.

I wasn't filled with an appropriate sense of horror or disgust, just a sense of frustration, like, "Oh, come on, NOT AGAIN!" Other people have anxiety dreams about showing up to school with no pants on -- not me. What's wrong with my brain? Can I get a new one? And what does it mean if you dream about corpses?

Corpse:

To see a corpse in your dream, represents an aspect of yourself that has died. Or it may mean that you are unexpressive. You have shut yourself down and are dead inside.

Oh. Um... Whoops. So, does that mean I need a new brain and a new heart?

Posted by ashley at August 30, 2006 09:52 AM

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