In dreams

[tallulahgs]

Dreamt last night that I was in a Battle Royale in the house I grew up in, and someone was going around killing everyone else at astonishing speed. I had no weapon, and was just trying to hide, but then I ran into my own room and realised the killer was my dad. I started wailing, "Daddy, please, stop, I don't want to play Battle Royale any more!" and he started to laugh as if he were slightly tipsy, so I ran out of the house (barefoot and wearing, for some reason, the dress I wore in Oklahoma!) and down the road. A guy and a girl from the musicals society ran up to me and asked me what was going on, and I knew they would be killed any moment because pretty much everyone I'd seen so far had been, so I pushed the girl into the road, to get her away, half-hoping she would be run over and then her death would be 'over with'. Then I decided I really really didn't like this dream and woke up.
I think that's the most upsetting BR dream I've ever had, I guess because it was taking place in my (old) house with my family. (A Battle Royale between a large family would be twisted. Yet somewhat compelling.) Any Freudian implications about my father trying to kill me should be ignored (although I get the impression Freud viewed family life in general as a subconscious Battle Royale - everyone wanting to either kill or sleep with everyone else.)
Anyway, it's my own fault - I started writing about about nine, meaning to stop at half-nine, ten-ish and go to bed, but the scene took off and I went on till ten past eleven. Unfortunately it was a scene from my Akira Battle Royale and death was involved. So... yeah.


I am having a curiously unproductive morning considering classes don't start until 11:15.