G'luk
Day Fucking One
The Shape chased me again last night. I was in his house
this time, all shadows and creek. He had a prisoner, a girl. Maybe I was trying
to rescue her...maybe I was just trying to rescue myself.
That
last sentence is overly dramatic.
The
Shape’s been chasing me for years now.
It
started on the 31st of October. The lads went out knacker drinking
or whatever. I stayed in, wanted to see the scary. John Carpenter’s Halloween. I mightn’t have watched it if
I knew how severe it would leave me. Everyone calls the killer ‘Michael Myers’
but that’s not right. If you ride the movie out until the credits the killer’s
name is ‘The Shape’. You know the one; walks after you in a white mask/jump
suit ensemble. Got a carving knife as long as your forearm. Nothing seems to
kill him and you never seem to get shot of him. Little piece of trivia: the
budget on the original was so small that they actually bought a William Shatner
mask and spray painted it white.
So now
I’m afraid of Star Trek too.
Fear had
me like a surrogate mother. If The Shape was real then Batman or someone would
be real too. If Myers showed up to slice me then it was possible for Spiderman
to show up and web him. That’d settle me. Eventually I’d yawn out the panic and
sleep. That’s when the dreams started.
I’m way
older now and the dreams haven’t stopped. What’s slightly more unnerving is
that they usually pre-date something bad. I’m not saying I’m psychic or
anything. Just that my nightmares are. November 1st, the first day
after my first Shape dream, my grandmother died. They’re not Banshee dreams,
like I have one then someone kicks it. But something bad always happens. June 7th
2001, I fell and knocked out three teeth. April 20th 2002 Mam lost
her job due to a ‘re-organising’ at work. December 25th 2004, or as
I’ve dubbed it: Black Christmas, the
first year where my folks decided I’d stop getting presents. All post Shape
dream.
They’re
the only instances I can remember but I’ve had way more Shape dreams. It’s time
to get serious about keeping track. If I go down in a hail of bullets tomorrow
maybe someone will find this and put some money into a study on slasher-flick
themed dreams. Like right now it’s ten forty five and there are a load of
craze-balls screaming outside my window. The God damned zombie apocalypse might
have started. Though it is football season...
Anyway
that’s the crux of it. I’ll take it day by day. If I’m gonna get Freddied in my
dreams by Michael the internet will know. But I’m getting tired now, I woke up
at six in the morning and couldn’t get back asleep. This is goodnight. I’ll post up day two tomorrow, maybe I’ll
tell you about the POV-style movie dreams I have. We’ll see how it goes.
Whatever
you do don’t fall asleep...