Time After Time

Wild Abandonment

Posted by Lindsey , Sunday, April 25, 2010 4:43 PM

I have decided to leave behind my theme blog of Korea and just write...a blog about me and my life. Which has been the cool thing to do for awhile, now, right??? I'm just now jumping on the bandwagon, which is all fine and good. And who knows if I'll even keep up with anything, I just want some documentation like everyone else. That I was here, I existed in some realm and did something with my life. If I have to join in the blogging ranks, write online to do that, then I will. What is this modern life without some kind of self-absorbed relevancy?

I want to write a little bit about "A Nightmare on Elm Street". I was reading up on this franchise last night, because why the hell not? ...also because when I was watching these films back in the 80s and early 90s, we had no such thing as wikipedia where you can read endless facts and figures about whatever the hell you want. I thought Wes Craven's inspiration for the first film was so interesting, about young Asian men who were having nightmares and then would just suddenly die in their sleep. Apparently this was genetic and while Asian culture added some mysticism to the lore surrounding these events, more is being found out about a linked syndrome and causes/reasons for the deaths.

This gets me into dreams and the act of dreaming, about what really happens to you and what you pull in from your waking life. Over the years, I've heard things about people sleepwalking and doing terrible things or actually killing loved ones. What were they dreaming about? Are they just convincing con artists who wanted to fulfill murderous intentions? Could something happen in your dreams that is so frightening that it causes something physical in your body to react? And what about talking in your sleep? Sometimes, this can cause more harm than one would expect. I am a sleeptalker and I often worry about sleeping around people who could call me out on some outrageous mumblings coming out of my mouth...causing havoc on the perceptions of those around me.

I ran into this last weekend, when I had to sleep in a room of 25+ people on a hiking trip. I, of course, slept fitfully and probably did not get to the deep sleep required to start babbling. I did hear one person talk and felt a little less alone and frightened about my own hang-ups. We are truly not unique in this world, that is for sure.

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